Etruscan Song
No love like mine; no love
transformed a hotel room into a womb
and a womb into the child's cry;
no love, no love, no love like mine.
Read in the dark, one hand on dick
Etruscan lore in my Etruscan book—
justice had another flavor there,
buried the son to punish the father...
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