Burnt Now I know, I know. I know that I can sit with this burn. My mouth is blood, my teeth are flame. I will drink glass after glass of mezcal, until the spirits take me. Yesterday at lunch they gave us a dessert of thin white wafers, burnt sugar sandwiched in between. I felt burnt when someone told me what they were, and then surprised I hadn’t seen. But what do I know of that many-faced god and all his pomp and glow? I was given only one God, who speaks in riddles, burns. I am that I am, I said to a friend late last night, putting myself to bed in bad spirits, chasing wrong turns. The fireworks go all day and night, celebrating a saint. Once I visited the tomb of a
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Burnt Now I know, I know. I know that I can sit with this burn. My mouth is blood, my teeth are flame. I will drink glass after glass of mezcal, until the spirits take me. Yesterday at lunch they gave us a dessert of thin white wafers, burnt sugar sandwiched in between. I felt burnt when someone told me what they were, and then surprised I hadn’t seen. But what do I know of that many-faced god and all his pomp and glow? I was given only one God, who speaks in riddles, burns. I am that I am, I said to a friend late last night, putting myself to bed in bad spirits, chasing wrong turns. The fireworks go all day and night, celebrating a saint. Once I visited the tomb of a