

Here is what I wrote:
Snow-capped apex of a pimple
Reaches upward to a golden sky;
This blemish on my left-cheek dimple
Pierces a cumulonimbus cloud – and my mind’s eye.
I climb the plump white dome,
A plunger in my hand;
This suction-scepter on the cone
Explodes zit juice upon the land.
Top removed, volcanic spill,
White goo and blood course down the hill;
Red Hindu scar on my forehead,
A shammy cleans where I have bled.
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