Friday, January 28, 2011

2105. THE JUICE MADE THE NEW GIRL WINCE

THE JUICE MADE
THE NEW GIRL WINCE

'It's been twelve centuries now since anyone's
walked over the Asian mountains.' She mentioned
that twice and I was no longer sure even of what it
referred to. Hannibal? Himalayas? Alps? Urals?
Carpathians? All those mountain ranges like names
of strangers. I knew, I think I know, I heard, well,
maybe. I think, therefore I...climb? Rode horses?
Carry my own baggage over to Kilimanjaro?
Whew! Beats me, all of this does. I want,
much more instead, to be inverted like a comma,
twisted like a frank, salted like a peanut and,
for secular-vast God's sake, be taken away
in chains. I thought I knew history well.
Now she's broken it all to Hell.

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