Tuesday, January 06, 2009

The gray day jumped up. Asked for a cigarette. Was doused with the blood of a cancer victim. She had been treated, but not well. The boyfriend was always saying, "More sugar, more sugar." We couldn't understand him because he spoke another angstrom. To measure displacement, count the number of miles from the first kiss. We open our mouth when we are born. We open our mother when we are born. From then on, she must not speak.

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