dip me into that amnesia; grab me by the hair and push; don’t worry my breath; drown me, and then lift me up; let me kiss my prayer beads, then dunk me again; white spring flowers bloom, oil my ends in them; dunk me again till all my eyes are white, you had asked to read—i have read till blood peeled under my nailbed; and now you have commanded me mute, blind, deaf, and unrememberance—