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Self Portrait of Lucifer as a Latex Lid Grip
Like any good god, I birth new worlds
organizing myself around each jar
until it opens before my raw power
to testify about how such captivity
drains the very air of everything
but expectation. Nature abhors
a vacuum seal, because it
hoards the knowledge needed
to understand the way
each lid’s threads weave time
into a state so delicate
it must be refrigerated
after opening. Oh, worthless mortal
how tired your fingers must be –
would you care for a pickle?