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Jerry McGuire A World In Parts Frenchy the burdensome parasite. Anthrax my ass. Asterisk beside a bad year, then beside all the years. Toodles, you minx. After the war, so many messages, best dumped, best forwarded to strangers. To realize that millions of people, bone-ignorant, know what a phalange is, and I don’t. Absorption the disease we all die from, or at least die with. Uncanny likeness, the moon. Unlikely loon in the can. Uncool the muck in the hand, mule in the cockup, man lustlacking, unknown, as everything runs down and ultimately out, even syllables, thanks be to their odd pincers in congenial places. Meager bitch, reason, bugger meat. Brisk case-sensitive murder. Frisky agencies at parade rest, assault trifles. And cheer the hapless astronauts, asterisks in space. <- Back to Issue 2/1 |
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