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Did you hear the one about the tongue
that couldn’t stop licking everything it saw It belonged to a unitedstatesian
worker whose face was reduced when his union job at the Hyatt Hotel
disappeared in the dying days of the rotten carcass economy This poem is
dedicated to that tongue
It’s hungry

I was part of a team of explorers we were searching for our own
bodies In the desert I found my feet and I put them in a plastic bag and
photographed them, cataloged them, weighed and measured them and when I was finished with the bureaucratization of my remains I lay down in the sand and asked one of my colleagues to jam a knife into my belly She
obliged