Dowsing

Is your husband ignoring you? Invite your mother to sleep in your room. Then I lie down in the closet next to the bed.

Project your last word with a handful of salamanders.

In the mirror, where does the shadow take your husband to keep him away from you?

The divine director must be put on a diet. Pee in his soup when he lies down happily next to you.

Be gentle but skillful when stuffing the fat goose.

Tease his knots with a silk brush with octopus messages and mandrake roots.

Sprinkle his mouth with blood and soot. Be sure to smile when he dies in your arms.

In spite of himself, he will think of you.

I don't know hell. But my body has been burning since I was born. The devil incites my hatred and pursues me.

But the verbiage turns into worms between my lips. And my pubis is too sensitive to the rain.

Like a mollusc swollen with music, motionless, clings to the telephone and cries, "In spite of me, my rotten body is bent on your old chicken." He sleeps