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the way you appear, the way you do not appear, is planetary
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the neighbor comes to tell me

we landed on Mars. asks:

how’s the wife?

 

she has reached a state of

theoretical

refinement

heretofore

unknown. this means:

her body has become the bowl of a lake,

her hair now reaches down to the wink

of an armpit.

 

wife says:

I am a victim of the planets. there is nothing

like being present for your own moment

of crystallization. I am doomed

to desperate

copulation

in the service first of all of reproduction. wife says:

 

there is no water on mars. the lake

 

(fecund)

is scummy   it’s lousy

with ugly life