i have done it again one year in every ten i manage it a sort of walking miracle my skin bright as a nazi lampshade my right foot a paperweight my face a featureless fine jew linen peel off the napkin o my enemy do i terrify the nose the eye pits the full set of teeth the sour breath will vanish in a day soon soon the flesh the grave cave ate will be at home on me and i a smiling woman i am only thirty and like the cat i have nine times to die this is number three what a trash to annihilate each decade what a million filaments the peanut crunching crowd shoves in to see them unwrap me hand and foot the big strip tease gentlemen ladies these are my hands my knees i may be skin and bone nevertheless i am the same identical woman the first time it happened i was ten it was an accident the second time i meant to last it out and not come back at all i rocked shut as a seashell they had to call and call and pick the worms off me like sticky pearls dying is an art like everything else i do it exceptionally well i do it so it feels like hell i do it so it feels real i guess you could say i ve a call it s easy enough to do it in a cell it s easy enough to do it and stay put it s the theatrical comeback in broad day to the same place the same face the same brute amused shout a miracle that knocks me out there is a charge for the eyeing of my scars there is a charge for the hearing of my heart it really goes and there is a charge a very large charge for a word or a touch or a bit of blood or a piece of my hair or my clothes so so herr doktor so herr enemy i am your opus i am your valuable the pure gold baby that melts to a shriek i turn and burn do not think i underestimate your great concern ash ash you poke and stir flesh bone there is nothing there a cake of soap a wedding ring a gold filling herr god herr lucifer beware beware out of the ash i rise with my red hair and i eat men like air 23 29 october 196218