Letter to the Bonnie 'Prince' BillyBonnie, can I use your arms? I woke up with an email written across my hand, and the memory of something like a dome light left on inside a moving car. ![]() I nearly drowned in a glass of water Just like all those science teachers always warned. Bonnie, can I use your lungs? ![]() Can I use your hands, Bonnie? A surfboard hangs over this desk like a guillotine, the printer in the corner holds the string. ![]() Your beard, Bonnie, can I use it? the cats have been in the garbage again soiled q-tips lie scattered across the carpet, yellow at the ends like gristled bones ![]() The first question they ask at the asylum is whether one's ever had a head trauma. Bonny, there's been too many to count. Can I use your skull? ![]() Once I built an aqueduct, Bonnie, but now it's done. The cats lick each other's butts over on the couch. What more can I tell you? It's taken this long to notice that all the accidents left scars on the right side. If you took a photo of my left half and then flipped the negative around somehow, you could make an image of me whole again. ![]() Your claws, Bonnie, let me use them. My fingers have turned yellow with tobacco And even when I rub them against the keys, The words won't do what I say. ![]() Bonnie, can I use your wings? They say I'll never be a husband, because this lifestyle is too selfish. They say I'll never be a novelist, Bonnie, because my character doesn't change. |
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