When they say your satellite is losing its orbitAnd each of the day’s 23,000 breaths is as malignantAs the one before, and your blinking eyes mimicHow Neanderthals begged, and your remote no longerLets you change channels … this is the timeTo gather your excuses like kindling.God’s real gift is black magic.I once loved a woman with three mouths.One mouth kept talking as we kissed.We made love in the kitchen, dinner cookedIn the stove, and then burned in the stove.I don’t recall what the third mouth was doingAs her first mouth kissed me and the second mouthTalked and inhaled and talked and exhaled.God has a voodoo doll for everyone,And they just might be all of us.I woke with teeth marks on my cheekAnd she had no explanation. Imagine,Someone sticks a pin in your eyeAnd a person on the other side of the world screams.
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