Hysteria
(Hoo the Eph Nose)

There was a place we'd linger,
look down to examine the contents of our souls:
that hypnotizing mystery of the body which produces..
And yet they call them sanitary:
gods be pure//gods be clean//gods translated in
to some bullshit//LIKE//the body’s presence//DEAR
GOD//only through absence.

That summer afternoon, frank with its fragrance
the visitation of a form bled into her reverie; the obtrusive stares
of her young brothers. Your mistress' sharp hush that snapped
the twiglike magic of youth//Lil' Kim has opened her legs//DEAR//
Lil' Kim has swallowed a gallon of cum//GOD//We like her the
way we like//Why not find
beauty in exposure? That
ravernous duality, immanently open-
ended.

©hRj 2007