I suppose this is a religious vision: a melting plastic staircase, veined with black quartz. The Bee Gees are waiting at the top of the stairs. Smell of burnt sugar. Eviction from the womb. Being born is bad news.
I think somewhere in the deepest recesses of my brain is half a memory of the terror of being a baby.
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I was born yesterday—
it’s not easy, but I’ll stay here
Evicted from the perfect night
into freezing worlds of light
There’s a staircase to the stars
it glitters with Ebola
The atmosphere’s a plastic bag
wrapped around a burning fag now,
but I know everything we burn
will one day return
I’m a fruit wrapped in a tray
good for just one day.
(the uterus is just a casino)
I’m in exile from the bliss
but I remember this:
all of those that go away
will return some day, looking fatter
They’ve been gorging on the light.
You can swallow them like paper.
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