last night i stood elbow to elbow, palm to palm, with a saucer-eyed boy with breath of acid and evil. his eyes so black and so empty as he said "we'll rid you of the saints and tie you to the trains."

rubbing the rough paint on my jacket, rubbing the haze out of my eyes, rubbing the skin off of my fingers. watching it hang so purple, so polka dotted and limp, and trying to feed it to the geese

that night i proposed to each and every person i spoke to. we made plans to purchase a red caravan and move to Utah, where cross-dressers and lovers get married by the bundle and in our newfound mormon state we would live on our farm full of lacadaisical aftermornings. fantasizing about the sheep and the corn took our minds off of the cold and the rain we saw but never felt

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