Zosimos came to me in a dream

I must have wanted him

to teach me the secrets

of the lesser and the noble

metals

instead he cited 80s thrash

and scorching aphorism:

it is hard not to hate women

if you don’t feel sorry for them

he whispered a question

as yellow as the divine

distillation:

if you’d finally lifted that disregard

off women, do you think it would make

them less insufferable

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