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Apocrypha
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26 Apocrypha The story can be simplified. Lustful Asmodeus drives off another lover who takes with him all his seed. My next sleep’s dream: a witch comes disguised as Mary Undoer of Knots teaches me a spell of binding, a spell of disorientation. To mix up a demon, crisp the sullen blood of organs. Fire a fish heart and liver on the cinders of your lonesome hearth. Mutter a bitter chant all night. My hands roam, knot a foul & angel-less fog. As it should, my stitched sun comes up and still it is Monday my lover leaves, takes with him all his seed. Forget the weak science of fish hearts. I choose a girl on a bike to follow home. A girl who thinks, surely, she is different from all other girls. A girl in the dairy aisle. A girl everyone knows. Now the girl on the news. Anyone's organs will do. We are claimed by middle country 27 where the river is cooked to steam in the factory belly & every quivering shadow is missing its father. This year we pray for a newer, more improved, magic. She wants to turn down her suntinted road. The corn gone to seed with mutts routing in the rail bed. She wants to go home but I will not let her. I cuss and cuss. Into her ear with my blurry song. ...