January 2012
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Creativity, then, the loose wire running through me; alive, and spattering potential annihilation - sizzled sparks in the accidental connection - drowsed personhood and the dancing wire: live, jumping in erratic awkwardness, hissing in white fire, then perfected in electric consummation…
Leaving identity electrocuted along the roadside to gather up later, skin still faintly scented of...
the young girl, again, writing
With her diffident shrugs, yawns and nonchalant comments, she seemed, at first encounter, indestructible.
And liked the image.
Made for a good PR.
Legend.
Volumes of correspondence, if you knew her, the habit from high school partings. Her friends kept her letters in plastic drawstring bags, hidden from their parents in the back of small closets, lodged somewhere behind the shoes. Returned the...
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I don’t know, I don’ know, I dunno.
She said.
When you get to the I-dunnos, you have to start over. But where else to begin. There is no magnolia in this yard, the house is rented, it is hot, there is no air-conditioner, I put stray cats in the windows but the landlord says no. And anyway.
They fight.
I keep them in separate rooms. One is black, fat, beautiful. Her eyes are green...