Iridology lens—through the rain on the roof you were studyin’ me & my teeth were loose. Then what did we owe & to whom? To whom, to whom, to whom? / What could you need? Yr tears, yr tea. A body can find a zero degree. A body is fine; I stand in the scene like an understudy. / Safe sex. Safe sex, safe sex. / Iridology lens, I was factory-made. What could I know ‘bout a bond or a break? I’m a camcorder, babe; the light is concave in the yard, in the yard. / What could I owe & to whom? The light is so high in the room. It travels on me like a tram-- & what do I owe & to whom? / Safe Sex. Safe sex, safe sex. / Bees comin’ back from wherever they went hover over my bed: revenants. You’d come if I called, but is that what I want? Is that what I want? / I came through the mail, each cell is a jail…
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