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PROSE POETRY
Dimension Spinner
Conjuring a new deadly sin
Family Recipe-
Mix wet ingredients:
A dash of temper (ance?)
One cup each of everlasting faith (blind-tested) and proof-denial
A fifth of pure neglect (generational squander)
One pint (or more, to taste) freshly pressed juice of the tantrum
Four droplets of pulpit sweat
Stir slowly, then fold in a slim threat of accountability
Bring all to a boil
Then pepper with (again, to taste) rewritten histories of oppression and
Fears of impotence
Pour slowly over dry ingredients:
Land-grab
Narcissism (diagnosis or tendency, rug-covered)
Wildfire
Profit prison
That’s it! Enjoy!
Wait, did you activate?
Did you ingest it
With love in your heart?
Did you win all the games you never won?
Did the laurel fit?
Did you buy what I sold you?
Did you see the ooze of your wholesome flesh
Wither and weasel away?
Did you leave no parts out?
Clean and shiny
Wipe wipe wipe
You’re gone
2025