MOST DISTANT ANALGESIC
Someone has broken the rules again, reading
the labels of bottles of juice, and - by the way -
analgesic has nothing to do with anal, except, perhaps,
by the most distant means. Bad thoughts are like poison,
we purge and we gag, trying to remove the something that's
lodged in the throat? If I live a hundred more years, I'll never
feel this good again. The turning page recurs, another dart
and another break - May, June, July - all piled up together.
Do you wish to weather this storm? I see leaves turned inside
out and upside down, their light-white sides telling me of rain.
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In one of those Bible books or other, the young maiden
goes out to get water and water her flock, but comes back
instead with a daring young man who's tended to her. Then
he gets engaged and tricked, over and over, years atop years,
a real grand mess. I could never read that stuff without getting
annoyed. This God of all seasons, always fucking around.
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