The rending of the flesh and the gnashing of the teeth
I want to watch you walk till we both collapse in the heat
Don't torture me with those complex concepts and
fly into a rage when I'm struck dumb and impotent.
Spend a week with me in the desert, under the dust.
Climb a dune and watch the world disintegrate on a lawn chair.
What happens when your name turns to ash in my mouth
and I retreat back with the beetles into a devil's nest?
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