'And from whence the dead prostitute
in the bath, her eyes
all stabbed out
and verses from Leviticus carved
into her marbling chest?'
probes mother,
suddenly engaged after twenty-three years
of laissez-faire parenting.
'Shh,' I whisper,
monkey-hunched before my Macbook.
'I'm burning something.'
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