| Eh Is Right
for M Drop me off first. Then spend the night in the parking lot of the funeral home where two of these men dropped a casket almost, got it back up, then high–fived. Amateur opera singers do their own makeup. The higher you go, the more your face gets installed. Then it dries and waits for your approval. I keep getting submitted to withdrawal. We all say things none of us believe, like “gift economy.” Or “wait.” Each surface is buffed by the quality of sleep available there. Certain people you care about and then I care about you a lot more. Antique vendors swarm the house for what the significant didn’t want. The owner of a go–kart track urges his friends to help him build a fire–resistant tower around everything he loves, which was not the original plan. “Make it about more than one thing,” I told you, and then you told me I told you, and I felt stupid. The fireman pours shampoo on a robin and washes it up in his red bucket hat. Tell me how you really feel and if it helps, I’ll pretend that you’re asleep. ← ↑ → |
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