Ransacks the kitchen.
Demands she needs chocolate.
Pacified by Dove.
J on a binge
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Ransacks the kitchen.
Demands she needs chocolate.
Pacified by Dove.
Want like a burr that
catches your attention for
something you don’t need.
I go into the
booth knowing the past, making
the future my choice.
Her face fronted a
movement, a magazine. My
mind’s jaw drops in awe.
Dawn the breath of a
new day paused when night exhales
sunrise dimmed by fog.
Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up. Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.
Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.
Going to New York
City. I’ve bought black clothing,
black low-heeled shoes.
Speed-viewing seasons
one through three’s like life in the
hatch. Push the button.
In a misguided
effort I peeled off half my
face and left the hair.