all their blood. I want to lick their smooth arches. My lover says he could do it if he wanted to,It's all about weight displacement. He ruinsevery illusion by staring at his own hands. I ruinevery illusion by threading it to hunger. WhenEric the Great was twelve, he ran away to earnmoney for his family. He returned to his mother,his pockets filled with coins, and said, Shake me,I'm magic. So often our bodies betray us, just lookat our feet, how they point to what we desire.