Exhaust fumes and french fries

Greeting Cards

July 1, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Stunned, you raised me from a softball
induced coma. Annoyed, you lifted
a French bread pizza onto a plate shaped
like an orange flower. You cried through
the film you starred in.

       *

We tore down the wallpaper.
Why do mosquitoes still bite you?
Look: real people shake hands.
All you’ve got are elbows.

        *

You pay for the dentist and she drops
what she’s doing for the weather.
Why do you walk into lightening?
Even the giant “EAT” sign flickers and sways.

        *

We never sleep. Faint and nauseous we face
the quartz light. The dome rips. The air is dust.
Body by body, we rate the resurrection.
If they don’t believe, who will?

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