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Three Fictions |
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Laces I'm going to initial your favorite kind of sandwich before I eat it
for the first time knowing. I'm not sure how but I have icing, magic
markers & butter knives. Hardly anyone makes it into my kitchen. I
keep moving & lives keep disappearing. Your heart isn't hard of
hearing; mine is a disposal that stays on & silent in the dark. How do
you arrange your shoes? Is it by color? Are they straight in a line?
Who gets out of bed & puts them on you? I say I only eat things without blood but I've eaten you, too. Hair on
a toilet reminds me of this high school Stone I didn't sleep with. We
went to college together for two weeks. She broke me in line for
chicken or fish. I've got plenty of reasons not to eat meat. This convenience store guy says Congratulations. Everything is more exciting when you're excited. I make blanket statements with your socks on my hands. It's not easy to pretend this is an older Easter. Tell your brother happy birthday. |
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