I was a drunken soothsayer in the wilderness.
I was a distressed swamp master in the desert.
I was a fetid miser out to sea.
I was a tired goat in the field.
I was a limp ocelot on a branch.
I was a Great Red Spot.
I was a clanging drawer of silverware in the sideboard.
I was a dish on the stair.
I was a banquet of many different cheeses and fruit.
I was dry and dusty.
I was a road or an alley.
I was a chute.
I was a blood transfusion and a thirsty throat.
I was just a thirsty throat.
I was a mouth, a limb, a chimpanzee.
I was a child with autism peeing in the toy aisle.
I ravished.
I was a blinking pea pod on a vine on a stake.
I was a medium rare fillet.
I was a dry article on politics in the thick lecture hall.
I was a bottle of hand lotion positioned suggestively on the back of a toilet.
I was a little blood in the urine.
I was a springtime outbreak of cholera.
I was a stinging fever in the wet bed.
I was a disaster in the crowded spaces.
I was the despair of stretch marks.
I was a deck of cards wrapped in cellophane or tissue.
I lined the walls of your sarcophagus.
I wore down the lining of my esophagus.
I ate my children, I ate my children.
I was a dubious cable on the spine of a crane.
I was a span of time in the vacuum.
I was a god, I was never a god.

I bask underground.
I bask underground.