I kill my sentence and Celan is totally blown out of the
water caught up by the Swan's brute squirt.
Not warm hard phallus but Bataille, bleached WASP and
feeling like you've lost your ship.
Can we link this a bit to Leda and his own decomposing,
develop her rhetor-tribadistic touch?
It's a mishmash, witness the orphan organs and Carson
end-dated out of this sixfold slippage.