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2013 January 9
by honcho

[October 4 1983]


Your name is apple,

that in knowledge of death, slides down my throat.

Your sacrifice dwells in my incessant hungers.

the conscience of a father god and Abraham’s raised knife

Your ruby solitaire  dropped

in a pool of sacrament and sin.

The ripples are faded.

Mother god,

wisely taking the side of neither of her children.






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