don't hesitate to linger
don't designate your sin
donate the things you will not use
when your new skin begins

beget the rush of blood
forget the doctors gloves
place my face between your hands, and
burn it on the rug

it was guilt that held my head
down like a dog that knows what it did

do you know there's a place
where they decide how you will look
before you're born, its like "Left in the Sun"
wrote your name down on a thorn
before they warned you
what it would be

do you know there's a face
that you will see before you die
that's so familiar that you'll know it's yours
even though you've never seen it before
and all your fetishes will be no more
and all your feathers will fall to the floor
and all space that you occupied
will relocate to peoples minds, because

all your veins are telephone wires
attached to heads where identities expire
inspire jaundice in the eyes of
jawless gawkers gazing at your chin

we ate
to nauseate

we are pale for a reason

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