DR. SIMULACRUM
Hate me like the weather,
for I am changeable skies
and would just as soon
depart as just as soon arrive.
Pull me like a daisy,
breaking what you will,
tearing scabs and flowers
from my skin.
This awful book is
open to you;
read it at your own
frightful risk.
I have my scalpels
and my knives,
my stirrups and my
clasps. Everything
you'd want
is open for
you, and
waiting.
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