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Her
after her “lies” the words whisk up the jigsaw ladder of this residue this discretion haunted last night by obese men giving cunnilingus forcing the heads of our enemies with red tape in front of red curtains making love on a stage with family devilry curtsying round and round it
the doctor dies in her story KTL is a martyr and one of those last cases that in the Real World, ripped his practice asunder banned from the registry by the Queen Dragon Slayer’s command
and the babies so weak and wily one a callgirl one born still but breathing happy to be alive or gross at the thought of love
the doctor, is of course, her father the father of their children and she is the mother and sister to their daughters poor Pearce though, spurned on by the thoughts of history replicating plentitude wrought with abortions
dear, dear girls with Rita’s brother in the basement, “meat in hand,” whipping against her face the Hustler folded neatly in the corner
and Sage, how much safety are you missing valent properties undress you, leave you gagging on the ground never complain who or what had you in poorly lit windows
even the gays wonder if this is why you’re gay
what if anything’s going to straighten you up
- Jessica Bruhn |