You talk
about acidic ink
how we digest ourselves
in yellow papers
when all we can do is to read
fish eggs and glassy stares
from fish heads
that we ate
and dark beer that we drank
you print my face with kisses
dust
fish eggs swim our mouths
like poor dumb lions in zoo
they would not come together,
our minds

I have not personally met anyone like you
oh dear Mr O
Shakespeare
Jung
Kvant
and theories
and development

you inkblot me
with kisses on my throat
theywhisper about us

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