john adams wrote and was interpolated:
> > > and then you stole my glass eye
> > baring my navel,
> > > now we are through
> > exposing the sex lives of rubber galoshes
> The rubber navel you borrowed last night
that used to fit in a throat or an abdomen
> came back broken and tattered
the rubber tubing removed
> as a matter of fact
at the widened mouth
> it was spilling cockroaches and venom
from a deeply festering wound.
> The rubber navel you borrowed last night
unpacked and separated from its instruction manuals
> came back broken and tattered
stained with streaks of blonde iodine
> all of you like a colonnaded caterpillar
sliding into the sucking sound of its opening
> filled it quite well
where it had attached itself between two ribs.
R.M.
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