Don’t make me wait.
Brand me with your smile,
bind me with laughter,
my aerodynamic, backwards-erotic,
not very Socratic, philosophical and bent
Lord of near-misses,
unbelievable, inexact, rare,
too full, overspent.
Drag me to Bedlam,
or to the dreary hearafter.
I don’t care. I don’t care.
Anywhere!
~ Trickster, Elizabeth Vongvisith
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Chapter 1 )