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Curvy, your small
violin plays
by the meter,
drawing out the smell
of shit mixed with 
blood. If I could be
anywhere all at once
it would be here,
where the strong-breasted
women salt meat.
Pine nuts are all the
jewels we have, &
they shine in the pot of
flesh while it cooks,
while it cooks,
while it cooks.