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JJ and the Idiot (the ‘take things out’ version, with a few real things added, plus, a clam analogy) Megan McShea beef stroganoff ground nuts cantelope I have decided a type might know role-playing sir. apple brown betty filet mignon The conclusion that some
of you can play JJ. policing trends homocide rate The fictional character and the idiot wrote
stories. good journalism heavy artillery Fascinating how the book, the good men and women,
can tell you properties. a solipsism an inversion The idiot my heart my ears will point to you your
knee your fire butterfly. canapés steamed asparagus I will point to you, a heart with veiny pains. (Clams create pressure, inside rooms inside heads, their many thoughts of you resonate like different times of day.) Plague culture sampling routine The idiot is about us. federal prosecutor bully pulpit in-tel I would like attention right now, sitting in this
lofty place in the dead air on this cushion. blood sugar heart monitor beef stroganoff Lost struggling asses await distant cushions. intersection light circle jughandle toll plaza Cold from our entrance, balance startled us. rap sheet rap sheet in the movies. rap sheet of my neighbor. rap sheet of my sister. Lemon wax expected someone. experienced horitculturist well-mulched roots winter over Simply rang, it sounded high, mouth rate
tremendous. proving ground salination JJ felt tender.
Two friends and then everyone else, sad, mean, and
stupid. heat index cold front The saint will charm us like long, undivided
compartments can beat your story, so purposeful. rafters I-beam lintel The idiot is not simple. One time I saw him fly. in-tel murder weapon hot corner Fine JJ drowned.
The idiot struggles to think, to write death. Just daylight, eventually
solid. (Not an improvement at
all.) vegetable stew carmelized onions The idiot ate facts, things with beginners never
end. Megan McShea |
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