The Kafka Virus vs (Thursday)

The madness of each ordinary day versus

the language of someone raised by history

versus someone raised by a virgin.

I’m mostly interested in the devil’s story,


because I know there’s some devil in me.

I still live like someone somewhere

will clean the vents of my home anatomy,

but I am the only one who lives here.


According to Memphis Slim what looks like singing

has its roots in slaves’ casting shade

on oppressors, a cotton field stooped weeping


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