I have avoided voiding
the brain. She is my heart
my center my crucible my
Jezebel. She betrays me.
Must you have her? I suppose
I could extract her through
nostril and bury her in
a canopic jar--though in Egypt
the brain was left to rot.
Perhaps I'll mummify mine
if we need part now-- pickle
and seal her in a boiled
Mason jar... as I would any
fruit past its prime. Any boon
near sour. Any thought all
through. If I can just keep my wits--
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