Friend, I know you seek remedy.
Do not lay open the bone.
Nor put in your medicine some cold nightshade and have one last noble washing.
You shall receive all manner of wounds.
A bang mingled with narcotick and a bundle of rue.
As tempting be
the means that Ends,
in company, in afterwards, maybe on a Tuesday,
the bite of bitter asparagus you find in a ditch as you walk amongst the falling orange
blossoms will wake your tongue
once more to desire, to linger, to savor the chance
sweetness.
These writings are like being presented a plate of foraged food and not told what's in it.