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By Erica Jong Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper Date: 2016 Nov 26 Comment on this Work [[2016.11.26.06.22.26892]] |
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My mouth seeded with your sperm, I talked back to the interviewer. It may also be this way with God. Approach with a mouthful of stones; you will be mute. But speak semen & seed & the words will flow. Is heaven a television show? Everything points to it: flickering circles of light, the cloudy dots that piece the rounded puzzle of the sky. "What is your soul about? Describe it for the viewers who can't read." My mouth is hot with your seed. & so I speak as freely as the Delphic oracle still stoned on laurel leaves. "My soul is about a girl who finds herself. My soul is growing up. My soul is no longer afraid to fly." (My soul is mine; my mouth belongs to you.) Jong, Erica. How to Save Your Own Life (p. 296). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition. |