Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
She felt like a foot with uniform toes. Something to cover, but familial to her apartness. In her years, she picked up tools both shiny and showy, but of the wrong life. Fools’ gold, valued as real, was lost on her. Untrainable. Mulish, they said. Others of us knew differently.
MoreI would make you smile but I can’t You want me to smile but I can’t Moods change in increments One step forward two back There’s another can’t- It’s the one about getting rid of crutches, just now.
MoreDon’t commenton my dirty shirt,if you please.I am not inclinedto change it,lest I have bad luck again.This morning, the skyfavoured me with gull droppings.At lunch, it was blueberrieswithout a bib.Then, coffee,spilled by the infernal cat,who likes blueberries too.
MoreI fear I would be shyif you were to speak to me.I know.It’s not a good look.But I’m imprinted with your face.I know.Creepy, I imagine you think.Each mannerism, each quirky movement,tells a tantalizing storythat I am meant to understand.I am sure of it.Yes, I am.
MoreNights at the round table!Spouts of hot teasloshed into cups of tiny china.Cards and clinking glasses,glinting toothy smiles!One nods offafter too many Jameson’s.Piggyback up the stairs,unfold him into bed, hah!Open a window, will you?What, tired already?It’s only two!
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