To an Old Jaundiced Woman

O tongue
licking
the sore on
her netherlip

O toppled belly

O passionate cotton
stuck with
matted hair

elysian slobber
upon
the folded handkerchief

I can't die
— moaned the old
jaundiced woman
rolling her
saffron eyeballs

I can't die
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