CULTURE (Passed out in the orgy)
Wiping off that particular shade of lipstick as tho’
you were erasing an epitaph, you turned to me and said
each word a verbal icon (and also I remember the ceramic
insects in your hair) -
Culture passed out in the orgy.
Then your hat came off and I was frightened.
I have always been outside the ring of laughter.
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