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Featuring the track “Unentranscended”, by Turkish Queen.

 

Based on the poem:

All The Bulbous Accidents, by Sarah Pearlstein, 2004

Ingrid cuts onions like they’re from Saturn.

They turn into miniature rings, the core bitter

Broit mit pitter*, no, she eats onion bits

She likes the tang, like alien blood,

She broods about her yellowed fingers,

She is the flower of a pest of a sun;

It persists in shining into

The basement

revealing sleep,

 

A dreamer’s nest.

 

Sleep is not dark, it is nothing like

the wounded moon

Either, it is Technicolor wonders about

Travel and Blue glass natural vases,

Held with green rope, swaying slowly

On the White terra cotta node of an

Obtrusive wall,

So delicate next to it,

African violets growing slowly

Within the cobalt bowl,

Or it is the nutrient sprinkled white

earth in that same bowl making

The flower grow,

And smells like all

It will grow,

Terrifying poor Ingrid

With all its’ useful ways.

She fears being planted,

Due to the bulbous accidents

Which are grown

So many layers down.

 

*Bread with butter.