In Poems & Fiction

I just got this antifreeze haircut. I’m ready for winter. Speaking of snakes, maybe my fingers are a little too close to the fan? Sometimes, I laugh so hard, I wake the dogs. Yesterday, I saw burning sharks, but Ray said they were set on fire for a worthy cause. Right then and there, I knew that’s what I was meant to do. Of course, I’ll need something that slices, dices, and juliennes. The future awaits, but it follows its own recipe. Because I’m related to the trees, I want to throw out my blood. My ex and I have not remained close. Comrade Stalin was right; long-distance space flight is not for everyone. Now that my clothes ache, I’m going back to the basics. Thank goodness, the appellate court said I’m not a threat to myself or to anyone I know. Hey, you look like nice people to me.


Appeared in decomP, August 2015


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