• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 09
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I've wiped you clean
detol, j cloth and marigolds-
no one will know your name

and now I'll sing over what you said
and make you speak anew
I've been humming it on the train
and when I get home and hit record
there will be nothing you can do

you were mangled when I found you
had to gnaw soy sauce off chopstick
so I could begin the cryptic twisting
a tape séance to delicately
restore your innards

it felt right to gut you at the time
you'd been asking for it
your glitches no longer endearing
scuffing my foxtrot
tangling my waltz

but our first song still echoes
in the silence
even as I wind you on