Sweetness, here he is again,
\nwith his buzz of reincarnation,
\nhanging from the edge
\nof the white gauze curtain
\nthe color of sick bark.
\nI gather him
\nin the torn blue rag
\ncarry him, a thing of no weight,
\ndown the long unlit flight of stairs
\nto the toilet, flick him in
\nbefore he can spew his stink
\nof rot and bitter cucumber.<\/p>\n
But here he is again. Sweetness, he says, Sweetness, here he is again, with his buzz of reincarnation, hanging from the edge of the white gauze curtain the color of sick bark. I gather him in the torn blue rag carry him, a thing of no weight, down the long unlit flight of stairs to the toilet, flick him in before he can…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":276,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"issue":[11],"coauthors":[207],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nAnd he is speaking.
\nLook at me,<\/em> he says.
\nThe hump on my back,<\/em>
\nmy knobbed eyes.<\/em>
\nI know I crawl as if maimed <\/em>
\nsomewhere inside my body, <\/em>
\nmy legs pointing <\/em>
\nto all the unblessed directions.<\/em>
\nLed by nothing<\/em>
\nbut these flimsy antenna<\/em>
\nI find my way back <\/em>
\nfrom the underworld to you.<\/em>
\nYes, back through shit to you.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nLook at me.<\/em>
\nLook at me until I\u2019m beautiful.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"