to M.B.
Let me bathe in your hidden violet violence.
You're blind to it, this half of you was cut off
By the hand holding your penknife who was so close
To you, trying save themselves from talking to psychiatrist.
Shame is a burning fire, revive yourself like dancing salamander.
The big sister Axolotl is already waiting for you
To quench your thirst gathering with glass mountain dew,
From fear to friendship, arched back from tantrum to the tantra
Let me bathe in your hidden violet violence
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