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PLACES TO GO TO DIE.
Most of the houses on the street are abandoned,. A skunk sitting cop-like and sprawled on a porch bench. A gray fox in a baby carriage. Until I grew lop-eared and anxious.
Your hand on the nape of my neck. I was puking everywhere that night. Luckily, water is the most clear-cut shot at redemption. I promised to fall like an ocean into whatever arms presented themselves. I want to be a cold-blooded lifer walking the warm-blooded beaches. Sympathizing with the physics of a procession,.
Your hand on the nape of my neck. I was puking everywhere that night. Luckily, water is the most clear-cut shot at redemption. I promised to fall like an ocean into whatever arms presented themselves. I want to be a cold-blooded lifer walking the warm-blooded beaches. Sympathizing with the physics of a procession,.
Roaming back to my bearings,. Working 17 hours a week at Staples. How many times have I thought about. Stapling myself to the employee announcement board. And waving at the boss when he walks by to refill his coffee? And he never notices. I let the fantasies of the mundane take hold. I have no idea what I actually do everyday. I kept a daily journal but realized it was full of lies. I tried to smear the pages, but realized it was a bologna sandwich.
Gummed stuck in the meated huff I thought of fishing trips,. That time I saw Grandpa tear his webbing between hand and thumb clean out. Haste was thick and rising. The bass lay in the boat, gaping. I took the hook out.
I caught myself drifting again, metallic pluck of iron sent me hauling. My dreams, allowances, or dismembered muse babe.
I awake from a carousel feverdream. Has kept me pressed against the seat. Between the laughter is a guardrail.