I found an old scalpel a new blade
she carefully shaved my corns
as gently as her dear mother's
We drank like magicians we smoked like fish
her strange kind of mahou tsukai
how it put geomancy in the air
She walked out after a fight about my photos
balance of probabilities she was crazy
although most likely I am too
Fires raged on the Kobe streets
she was lost in the great earthquake
so what if memory isn't true
She was a goddess she was so pristine
my poetry was dirty in the shower
she rubbed me down like a horse
Tried to scrub the naysayer off me
she got some here missed some there
then wouldn't have sex for a year
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