The last time I fought disease in this room
I pissed in jars and hid the jars in army rows
of achievement, like good grades.
I was supposed to empty them before I left
but I forgot
conveniently
My mom puts her head thru
the wall pleasantly inquiring after my soiled underwear
snake tongues along her tongue blue and
chandeliers from her uvula
disease! I throw a jar of piss at her
I miss and the hot piss blessedly steams me instead
embryos of bleating mouths
displace each other's lips, and hasty like rain
all speaking of sleep
I did not earn knowledge
of what I dreamed
but I scratched my sheets
I wake the truthfulness of well-grown piss and my parents are urgently
going about the disease. My dad for example is
accounting the birds. I ask him for a rock and he laughs
terror in a cul de sac he gives me man's clothing
which gives my piss a human shape.
My mom who was eavesdropping
gives a rock to stroke myself with
until I have skin.
I enter the rock by eating it. Disgusted
she throws me back in time, where I crack into water
pure as water once was
but we are now too angry to drink. Good!
Now we shall see what we find in our anger
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