Mary Karr

12 January 2012

I say mystery is the only certainty/ That embracing nothingness/ as hard as you did those big/ bear arms around the dissipating void/ so all the stars squeezed out the sides/ you made Nietzsche look/ like the crybaby punk/ he actually was infected with syphilis/ and so forth who said god/ is dead and remains dead and we/ killed him talk about/ Oedipal guilt, which you/ spat out like an apple’s/ arsenic pit Moreā€¦