You’re thinking of the feeling flown
When language asks and asks.
You’re thinking of the knowledge
Won by every Godknown loser,
Coin sun in the pupils of
Albino children in Nagpur,
Orangutan’s fun hour on
The rainbow tower puzzle.
This isn’t about parentage,
Porn, or Eden’s watershed.
Molars soft with chocolate,
An ivy swallows up your door.
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