A poem from Sanghvi’s sixth book, The Book of Soft, Sweet Nothings.
Released: April 11th, 2020.
I ripped my face from my skull today,
Even savored it slightly
As it melted,
Fallen flesh seeping into the crevice between
The severing didn’t hurt so much as remind me of
Wrestling a slice of pizza,
An ooey, gooey slice of pizza,
From the remainder of its
Some cheesy carcass,
Striving to estrange itself
In stringy blobs and globs of marinara
This is what I offer you today:
My facial flesh,
Gathered in a tangled mass,
A slice of my soul
My gift to you.
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