spent the night writhing in gut pain
nose stuffed unable to solidly sleep
it was academic tattooing
somehow in my contortions I was making of myself an experiment
I was happy to wake up in the morning and know I'd succeeded
helping the cause.
it was like a fever
I was like a blinded horse.
diagnosed as such,
no advil, painkillers
something to relish in every state
shooting aches the down side delusion entertained.
I made it to shamanismpublishing is power
from taussig's Mimesis & Alterity,
doll likenesses as means of doing harm
effecting an image, effected the imaged.
on the swarthmore public relations bulletin board
there's a picture of me
from a philly inquirer article
folks have stuck pins in the groin, head.
can we help this guy?
a garlic clove before bed tonight.