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To Guilt
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to guilt Eighth deadly sin, halfhidden dissembler you resemble dwarf centipede hunching among dead leaves and soilor are you between Envy who bites her nails and Sloth who can’t be bothered? You vanish when I’m hard at work then gash me when I sit to read a novel or even think of running to the movies or out to buy a skirt. Or else your stepsister Mother-Guilt with her 82 legs barges in on me here in the café when I think I’ve given you the slip; she finds me slacking off for five minutes not with my child but reading the paper about a new species of centipede discovered in Central Park. How else assuage you but equate you draw you in: among leaf litter at less than half an inch you are shorter than your name, Nannarrup hoffmani. With your poisonous fangs you will probably eat me when I am nothing but body; for now feed on this. ...