Horticultured

sagittata

impervious longinus, you rib
cage and keys sucked and swallowed
calloused all shades of pink and flesh
pricked penetrated and bled bedside
i went to war bare, you had your shaft and spear.

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice ( Read more... )

You got very hungry when you did not eat enough in Paris because all the bakery shops had such good things in the windows and people ate outside at tables on the sidewalk so that you saw and smelled the food. When you had given up journalism and were writing nothing that anyone in America would buy, explaining at home that you were lunching out ( Read more... )

At one time the whole town took a lively interest in the hunger artist; from day to day of his fast the excitement mounted; everybody wanted to see him at least once a day; there were people who bought season tickets for the last few days and sat from morning till night in front of his small barred cage; even in the nighttime there were visiting ( Read more... )

and they found out that she died from pills.

Dear Mr. Scott Neilson ( Read more... )

when i have muscle spasms i imagine a sharp-toothed worm has burrowed into my body and is feverishly tearing away at its dinner.

it has that feral, animalistic feeding frenzy sense to it. it lunges, bites, and pulls away with the meat clamped in its jaw. repeatedly and consistently.

but. alas. i just have inefficient neural connections. drat.

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this was a pastiche i did for english last year. this is me: imitating neruda. yeah, right.

( Ode to the Scissors )