--- title: Spittle genre: verse id: spittle toc: "Spittle" project: title: Elegies for alternate selves class: elegies order: 22 prev: - title: The shipwright link: shipwright next: - title: The squirrel link: squirrel ... | My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought. | When you turn away from me, my thought is broken | and forms anew with something else. Ideas are drool. | Beauty has been slobbered over far too long. [God][] | is a tidal wave of bodily fluid. Even the flea has some | vestigial wetness. We live in a world fleshy and dark, | and moist as a nostril. Is conciousness only a watery-eyed | romantic, crying softly into his [shirt-sleeve][]? Is not reason | a square-jawed businessman with a briefcase full of memory? | I want to kiss the world to make it mine. I want to become | a Judas to reality, betray it with the wetness of emotion. [God]: howithappened.html [shirt-sleeve]: lovesong.html