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sandwich
i can't see the idiot for the child. underneath the ice cream i hide it, clean. i'm fat and mean and like a diamond, i see girls go blind.
here's all i can do at the same time: i can eat and smoke and drink with only two hands, one in my pants. idiot. baby. eating all the time.
what i hide i see. stay and make me. i see it. i stay. i make. whenever i come to you, i think that i didn't need that sandwich.
idiot. baby. eating all the time. like a diamond, i see girls go blind.
r. bouchard
bread pudding
open your mouth. i'll fall on your teeth. i'll fall on your teeth. i'll fall on your teeth.
run why don't you like there's anyone who wants to follow when you go there.
just a baby with a big one. just a baby with a big one. and when we do, you say don't look at me.
r. bouchard & a. carlson
fault
a series of dilating rods chokes me for breakfast. i get dressed. i poke around. i try things. i feel so sick. you make me want to run. you catch me, make me want to.
and goes upstairs and into bed and feels around. and underscores. overeats. forget about it. all that dress is for taking off. and underscores. overheats.
i can take on any job i can go to in my pajamas. hell, i'll take two. take to my grave, like a natural, all that matters, any lover who can stand the smell. hell, he likes it. i smile. i'm a natural in my pajamas. hell, i'll take two.
r. bouchard
next to nothing
wait. wait. wait for my other face. my bones, nobody knows me. televisions. blue light on a child. a wolf in the kitchen. wait. wait. nothing. next to nothing where the trees are and the grass waits. my eye has a dark room, black. the sun is an apple, a leaf a hole of stars. wind down. window.
r. bouchard & d. romanelli
decomposition
the boys are all flowers caught fire at a glance. everything i lick turns to dust. i've got decomposition touch. so what.
r. bouchard
damage control
if you try to rescue that child, she may say, why are you bothering? you can't drag a dead dog on a leash. what, do you love me or something? you may even be ashamed and then you know that you are her. I don't blame you if you don't take it from me. i know i treated you like a whore. but aren't you glad for that special perspective? the deeper one end, the richer the other. i loved you then, and i love you now, better. if i could see you i would set you up.
r. bouchard.
shock therapy survivor
couldn't stand to see her twisting up her hair like a shock therapy surviver. i threw her down the stairs. all she ever taught me anyway was how to put off work. i threw her down the stairs. the cruelest thing i ever did. i can't even imagine the strength it took to lose me. maybe i'll go get her. but, oh, the time it takes to work. maybe i'll go get her, but, oh, the time. time gets sparse in a staircase. if i'm climbing down, i am blessed.
r. bouchard
the letters
count all the times he told her. count all the ways he said he. count every letter in the word.
on saturday he's coming. ask her. she saw the letters.
on saturday he's coming. ask her, she saw she saw she saw the letters. the letters.
count all the times he told her. count all the ways he said he. count every letter in the word.
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