day 22

The seven sacramental asingbol horns: crushed and consumed by Tespu.

true crush: born of hindsight, from failure and not of faces. the unexcited butterflies in damaged pancreas now pinned on the wall as decor.

first crush: sharp kitchen knife, dangling from fathers’ tie
hung over chandelier pointing to bare chest, hardcover cookbook to avoid death.

first crush: burning rope, lit by church candle. a young body in a suitcase at the bottom of a well, eaten by red ants in the isolated wild.

first crush: fat goldfish caught in clothes peg pulled out of tank gasping for breath. an erotic sensation of watching it float upside down.

first crush: stepping on lizard in the kitchen dark. tail wriggling under soles, like the rolling of rubber bands on sensitive flesh. socks.

socks: birthday present from first crush. girl who rode on a bike with another boy by the sea. sand grit in her open wound heart not opened.

failed crush: lodged in the lumbar of tespu. locked in the luna phases of tespu. inspiration of death cults. empty heart of tespu, occluded.

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