• pallette of pallid pulp, la creme boheme, and i the spoon
    addressed, agressed, i do obsess, your freckles on the moon
    and red and red and fecal-brown and ginger and quite dead.

    and the ramekin quite quaint giggling, drops of ruby crush
    i confess, that cancer made me blush, my ******** darling
    i admonish and reconcile, i eat your name, i own your wife
    i dominate your memory. i retract your life.

    I remember everything. I cannot get out, said the starling.