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What am I the antecedent of?

When I shave I feel like a Russian.

When I drink I’m the last Jew in Kansas.

I sit in my hammock and whittle my rebus.

I feel disease spread through me like a theory.

I take a sip from Death’s black daiquiri.

Darling, my favorite natural abstraction is a tree

so every time you see one from the highway

remember the ablative case in which I keep

your tilde. (A scythe of moon divides

the cloud. The story regains its upward sweep.)

O slender spadix projecting from a narrow spathe,

you are thinner than spaghetti but not as thin as vermicelli.

You are the first and last indigenous Nintendo.