the walls of the jellyfish
pull apart
we find i am (is) a lie
we find a story
so why be/lieve no constants
grasp this
i hold a vein and pour blood
[this is my being as defined by six walls]
please is not mine pain (is)
pen betraying penis (not mine)
get me a knifeplease let me be
run from the end
begin
and
enjoy the mutilation
note: this poem is meant to interweave between lines, reading diagonally at points as well as left-to-right. this is hard to represent in print. i may scan the original in at some point.
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