it smells like a rotting corpse
they say, of the reddish-brown giantess

whose speckled blossom murks the jungle cloud
in Kalimantan with her foul putrescence.

blowflies in frenzied ritual surround
her swollen beef-like lips, unfurling with

a steamy hiss.
you steal the kiss.

and wipe your conscience with
a bloody handkerchief.


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Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

and not (to gratify or make well) those who
having done-it-through (dia-prassein)
will befriend honor (philo-timeomai)
toward others

but those who
(self-)uglying (aischunein)
will keep silence (simopaein)
toward the all

234α

οὐδὲ οἳ διαπραξάμενοι πρὸς τοὺς ἄλλους φιλοτιμήσονται

ἀλλ᾽ οἵτινες αἰσχυνόμενοι πρὸς ἅπαντας σιωπήσονται

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previously