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I’m at the Venus de Milo though I could be anywhere with eyes fixed to the girls around who make a good name for design and creation and who see me seeing them so maybe later after we talk about art and I finangle fact after fact and I tell them about the smooth back … Continue reading
No stories end happily ever after; they all go on to an unexpected, depraved, wiggling end * The stars are jealous of our light that can wake the mosquitoes who wake the spiders with a buzz and our flesh forming a larger mass of toes entwined and mouths entangled so more mosquitoes migrate to us … Continue reading
Looking at where I used to live, I’m reminded of the fact that I’m dead and new moving along like sheered sheep fur in a suit that doesn’t fit like it used to and hair slicked and proper and eyes faded, hungry, looking at where I used to live but not seeing much life. * … Continue reading
Did we die before or after we were killed like a seed that is made to flower but instead stumps in cement and footprints and voices talking about the plants of spring that haven’t sprung even though it is late in the season and each morning, the dew drowns the world in life * She … Continue reading
A bird sings songs after a shelling as though the air was still safe and my position in the trench dug out from mud and men wasn’t compromised by the bird’s chattering and its look-looking my way to see if I would attack it though I seem a friend and there’s been so much killing … Continue reading
And you haven’t left yet she tells me, though I’ve missed the beginning bits; and you won’t leave she tells me, though I’ve missed the middle bits; and you can’t leave she tells me, though she missed the ending bits. * What would you be without me I’m asked by a different me who has … Continue reading
I am writing the good book of us at last, long last, longer than our bookends lasted but just as good * The girls wore all that they couldn’t and I wore all that I could to try to get their attention but I was the absence of blindness in light; just another scene scurrying … Continue reading
How can one spend so much in one day without so much as spending the day won? * She is kissing me with a mouth that flaps like a dog ear in the summertime – loose, wet, probably wrecked with worms – and she asks if something is wrong and I worm my tongue into a … Continue reading
I have seen better days for there are better days to be seen; clearer, real, full days of blinding sun where we sit like a pimple for you to find out how much you need me and I find out how much I don’t * If I didn’t try to kill myself, I’d have never have … Continue reading
I’m sure I’m supposed to say something to the slobbery spit in front of me but I can’t remember the words even though they clap and holler and watch a smile crawl as the baby drools my name, or whatever it’s been digested down to like a magician’s trying to remember their first trick with worn, useless cards: … Continue reading
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