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When people would ask me—and sometimes they did—to write about them, I’d reply, “First, break my heart.” (Robert Glück)

I tell my psychologist that what must be exhumed from the past is not fault but evidence.

I am driving in the car when your death seems to me an invitation.

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It enters via my mouth. A pleasure that blooms and grows

into a man large enough to leave me.

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Revelation moves from mouth to anus.

It says, use my body.

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I place a slice of golden delicious apple in my mouth and chew.

It disorganizes into my body through my digestive tract.

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It does not seem mystical.

Why then a dead son inside a mother’s gut?