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The long poem continues:

11. Hermit Kingdom

bags were
emptied
and reified and
left
be-
hind

in my Sunday
suit
in bed
with Jeom-
Sook
animal
planet on the telly
mainly excited during
slide-down
animal tilt
side-
ways &
ver-
tical
blow-
job
with
swallow
bite
my little
tit

in-
spire

trans-
pire

em-
pire

can’t
get
out

of bed
except
to eat

Korean
pizza
with
hot sauce

12. In the Beginning

first birth has no grace
but a whelping
at the edge
of abyss
supreme clean
gums
all things re-
turn
in labor whereby
our only
mother
feeds
silence
in the manicured
garden
and first
and only
mother won’t
it be
fine
shaded
moans
roots
breaking
through rooms

the ghost-
ly
appendage
re-affixes
itself
and dear
mother dear
mother
crushes
Descarte’s
golden
flower
under
her heels

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