Marble bath
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See me, mummified friends,
my beating rabbit, it leaps forward
Live in this feud of choke and ferment we spend our days
in the assigned bedrooms, propped up in satin
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Such is the life of lady life-itself, zóé,
whose cunt is always wet from human tears.
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I am told to open my mouth, my head
dragged unto the charred laps of soldiers — of Troy and Argos and the Peninsula
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hotel. Don’t be ridiculous, lake nymph, they say
in your heart of hearts there is a helpless whore humming softly
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And the thing you want forgotten, we’ll print them in red caps-lock
we’ll reply all, and broadcast,
and tape your eyelids open,
and it will all go unchanged.
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Oh Yes
but I, I say,
sit on a plinth now
And I
see that the marble bath is ready,
and I polish the insides of it
where I slit the throats that need to be slit
And while I bathe, now,
my strong stomach gleaming in water,
I rinse my mouth and sing
