Ecstasy Shield
No it's not a condom
just the second person:
Hey there nerve-bunch
Hey there organ-ism
Where you goin
Baby! where you draggin those obedient
Three limbs past the herbal remedies
Huh? Is it true
You're just a twitch a frog-leg?
No I'm joy I'm misery
I'm misprision
I'm direct address
Apostrophe a condom
And my stomach hurts
Calendula: You Flower
O Chronicle
My Emperor
--Chris Nealon, Ecstasy Shield
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