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Pulp Poem of the Week
Unvarnished Language, Unvarnished Truth
Monday, March 23, 2009
Want me to squeeze
the blood out?
Or maybe I could stop
the bleeding?
Cauterize it with my
cigarette.
Kenzo Kitakata
The Cage
1983
(translated by Paul Warham)
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