-Repeat Minus the Lather-
As if it were bricklaying or an onion we could dice and caramelize with olive oil we imagine it facebook-eventable but peace is a memory problem. It fades. We repeat it to ourselves, we repeat it charbroiled. Already it slipped my mind how my stomach goes hydroelectric at the top of a swing chainrust squeezed into my palms rubber seat arching. Zoom in on sky, ground pans out. And I have to hear peace again when later I’m impaling at my keyboard. That cursor blinks, like a crow molting. Blankness in its feathers. I go off to smite against a wall. Come back incorporeal, and peace is whispering something slow and tree sap and I miss it. Preoccupied by the branches and rootwars the concrete on the curb cracking upward. Peace, even carved lavishly in constipated rage...
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She said he had an infectious smile as if the take-over were the only importance. Sure, we all turned up our maws, but did we fester? Invade? Did we swell and pustulate? I wonder if he really had a six courses antibiotics smile. I don’t tell her how leavened bread might not corrode her face. It wouldn’t hurt to have a jingle you hum to the widening fog while washing the dishes smile. He might be more worth her while if his grin was a chocolate craving. You could say his simpers open a six pack and put briquets on the grill. It’s the headwaters of a spring burbling away a swelter in August. Or simply a woosh. But she has already moved on to jumping about pancakes and hair follicles. The infectious smile creepnumbing my heels for amputation. +10 Share...
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These doughnuts are spelled with an “ugh!” and were mine. But they are are pinkening Sara’s fingers, and I suspect the cinnamon twist of Ben-shaped treason. Last Tuesday, dishes began their own grazing and I’m pretty sure it is not my turn to wrangle them from pasture. I do not know how oregano sprouted from our ceiling. In a few weeks, when it hangs low enough, I will ask if it belongs to anyone. Then clip some for eggs. The best is when we’re all postured as if we had a sofa. Legs comfortably skewing. Our palms taking charcoal rubbings of the carpet. Overstiff elbows. Once Ben had the idea that all windowsills were Baptist Preachers…the first steps toward the light. Sara said he was transcendental. And I just swallowed my bagel where it sponged...
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The sun plays doubles on a clay court, while I open. Condensation marches an upheaval- sun closes blinds. Thumbs on antipasto plate scraping crumbs into trash. Sun rafters support only dust, contractors worry. Place the eggs next to the watermelon. Wait, leave them in the basket. Wary of its reflection, sun shatters ocean in disgust. Orders tequila. She wears plaid and is not afraid of overalls. A flat tire and we are baffled by the carjack. Sun dry is tamer than the sundry it sunders. Can’t carry a sun with only crash cymbals. Oak branches crease and fold effulgent origami. Coffee is sun’s shadowself only warming inward. His galoshes and duckprint boxers. +40 Share...
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When did formicating vines, their unrelenting hugs and suckerroots pall in our imaginations to price cuts and overlit mall floors? A plastic mold with five pushbutton pow!action movements may be a choking hazard to tall children under the age of hypnosis. It only costs something that ends in nine and looks small like millions of chemicals and the livelihood of faraway folk cents. But it will never be as fun as letting a slug beslime Kelly’s arm when she’s distracted and the following guffaw-shrieking. Somewhere we lost it, the hours worth dirt digging. And we switched to touchscreens. We no longer mind the vines, what they strangle. It actually looks kind of nice there against the brick, corroding. There isn’t a victory. General Tzo marching and the toppling of a...
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