LET ME TELL YOU
A FEW THINGS
Planting trees along an oasis does not ever work:
dry heaves, Dry Tortugas, any of that misplaced,
misreckoned, swank geography of the journeyer's
mind. It's so far and apart different from anything
else; like shaving with Capatain Elster's sabre.
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Afternoons never linger; they disappear like
have-nots, and girls who die in one's arms.
Put the toast in the broiler. Watch it burn
and curl. If you object, oh Sainted Theresa,
then simply don't do it. Bless first the
God-damned bread and call it holy.
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I left you a fifty dollar bill for your
services rendered. All was done in
kindness and remembered.
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