Geometric Allegory

Yeast on Passover: To Lynn I've wanted to write this letter to you for a while. I get that you are the ring finger.... You are the ring finger cut from the hand of God. You miss father. You fuck father.... You fuck father finger.... I've seen it And I've heard it And I've carried it with me. You've shown your red solitary circle Aimed and taut, puffed up cherry-plumb. Those familiar wings stem from the sides. And yes, you are the red circle with white wings. Enough time has passed now That I can put my thoughts into words Without trailing off into nonsensical obscenities: And here they are, These collection of thoughts Formed into vowels and consonants Coded, shaped, and aimed at you.  Here goes.... You're a nasty, terrible woman. I mean that.... Sincerely. It feels good say, Though it shames me, too.... I'm 44 years old now, So I'm no child, But still it feels good for me to call you out Just like a ch...

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At the Bottom of 13 I live out here in the deep frozen space.    Here, I'm all Alone,  and I live in my rocket ship.  I'd count all the stars and give them each names, But without any windows, there's nothing to count Except what's erased From my memory. To further the metaphor, I'll say this: I am now like the desecrated grave of Shakespeare. With the head removed from the torso, The disturbed dust becomes our shared curse. Before I forget, I'll tell you my whole story before it folds. After the fold, I will flip and forget all of this. The river Lethe is said to erase all Like the Big Bang did so long ago. Everything that had existed fused together In the cosmic crucible And then spat out with a bang Carrying a blue-print of the forever design.            The flip will erase you.  It will erase me, too. So while I still can, I will tell you all: It's no joke when...