"House of Incest"
i got up to be-
gin this book I coughed. Some-
thing was coming out of my
throat: it was strangling me. I
broke the thread which held it
and yanked it out. I went back
to bed and said: I have just spat
out my heart.
There is an instrument called
the quena made of human bones.
It owes it's origin to the worship
of an Indian for his mistress. When
she died he made a flute out of
her bones. The quena has a more
penetrating, more haunting sound
than the ordinary flute.
Those who write know the
process. I thought of it as I was
spitting out my heart.
Only i do not wait for my love