Look. I am emerging from fingers of grass.
Hedonist grass-man, me.
Head of lead soul of tin heart of golden syrup
I rip-off ofs from every animal vegetable thing.
I slit air-vents into duct tape
I seal off exits I slowly carve apertures
That will help me speak
My
Ventral
Mind.

Sampurna Chattarji

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