Is Kafka a place called shore?

(To Eve Ensler)

How to fill you?
That bothers my pen.
If only you were the darkness I crave.
Your parity can make all truths simmer

Before they boil,
Before Nietzsche’s eyes
Turn bleary
From everything that sizzles.

This tickles your fancy.
Must be your teddy
Guarding the gaffe
That’s called your unspoiled state?

How to sadden your ulcers?
That bothers my night.
They have never known the solitude
Of the king-size, home to your impeccable
Virginity, was it your poetry?

How to gag your lips?
How do elephants vanish in the sea?
How to make you end yourself
Like night gives way to day?

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