Some DiscomfortI fellated a wolf on my father's waterbed. They came with their stun guns. They came with their Cher masks. They came with their guilty slippers. I laughed when they said cancer. I pulled a stick of butter out of my arm. I peeled away the hours like band-aids. They rifled the pockets of every coffin. They rifled in the street, without Trotsky. They rifled through unnamable salads. I was nothing left to find. I hailed Caesar with caffeine pills. I bathed in the cicadae fountain. They did my hair with a nuclear bowtie. They did a vaudeville-themed abortion. They did share a discomfort for surnames. I cut off my scabs and tied them to helium balloons. I watched the people in planes select them like delicacies. I did share some discomfort with my pursuers.  |
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