H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g

N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n

SHARON MESMER

When I Hear The World “Fluxus” I Reach For My Anti-Semitism

When I hear the word "fluxus" I reach for my anti-Semitism

When I hear the word “anti-Semitism” I reach for my carnal buffalo blanket

When I hear the word “carnal buffalo blanket” I reach for my debauching riverman's

pony, restless and full of bad English

When I hear the word “debauching riverman’s pony” I reach for my heavy seductress

hissing the word Iraq

When I hear the word “heavy seductress hissing the word Iraq” I reach for my tortured

Silliman screaming "oh its just another dumbass adjusting her mechanical Tony Robbins

bear boob with lank greasy hair”

When I hear the word “tortured Silliman” I reach for Andy Dick

When I hear the word “Andy Dick” I reach for Grandma’s asshole in fishnets

When I heard the word “Grandma’s asshole in fishnet” I reach for my fecal tongs

When I hear the word “fecal tongs” I reach for my hot nurse fucked by a horny alien

When I hear the word “hot nurse fucked by a horny alien” I reach for Rachael Ray in

Huggies inside a Crockpot

When I hear the word “Rachael Ray in Huggies inside a Crockpot” I reach for the most

recent issue of PMLA

When I hear the word “most recent issue of PMLA” I reach for my first embalming

When I hear the word “first embalming” I reach for binaries of presence/absence

not peculiar to my personal reality, in other words the miraculous world we can perceive

through my vagina

When I hear the word “my vagina” I reach for a reconstruction of Jesus with his index

finger poised over the button of a discharged weapon

When I hear the word “Jesus with his index finger poised over the button of a discharged

weapon” I reach for the 7-fold division of reality made up of perverse dorks who thought

they were getting away with something

When I hear the word “perverse dorks who thought they were getting away with

something” I reach for Stephen Cope's job letter as a template for my job letter

When I hear the word “job letter” I reach for a dainty, long-haired, shawl-wearing woman

When I hear the word “dainty, long-haired, shawl-wearing woman” I reach for my dog-

eared copy of “If I Had An Anus”

When I hear the word “dog-eared copy of ‘If I Had An Anus’” I reach for my terrorist

When I hear the word “terrorist” I reach for my meme

When I hear the word “meme” I reach for my terrorist