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love: like hiding behind contraception; perception; a radio without reception

「the forgotten poet 」
21 December
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What do you think it will taste like?

Like barbed wire, like buglar's tools
Like a word you'd rather forget
The way the book tastes to the goat
Who is chewing and spitting its pages
Also like the ear of a girl you are about to undress
Also like the rim of a smile

In the twentieth century
We arouse the sun's curiosity
By whistling for the soup
To be served.