2008, the Year of Our Lords

Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 20 May 2008 12:53:00 GMT

her fat melts away
not the way
she’d intended

bank manager’s desk: a sulphrous haze

as we had been told
our guns were useless,
useless

with rockstar teeth, your friend’s head swivels

pretty roomy inside
and she gets good
parsec-age

mall rat gawks: “that’s what cordwood’s like”

reunited
his strong arms…
that’s not my Daddy

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