At night I think about what happens after. Where the body goes. When you return this body, I think you are to make a list of all the strange wears and tears it has weathered. Perhaps an instructional record for engineers on how to mend this sheath for the next user. Or for research on how to improve our bodies, so that the next models will not experience the same ailments.
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She doesn’t know why I left the other one who sees the dead was too young to be sent off to boarding school stayed home to witness
My father has this shrill cackle that is as flashy as a pink and white fuzzy bunny onesie.
The Faithless is back in the room with the Dying. A nurse knocked on the door to administer more narcotics, and the family looked away.
Q-tips; under-the-tongue thermometers; ear thermometers; once, a meat thermometer; a Neti pot, swiftly rejected; toothpicks; anal beads; lollipops from the doctor’s office; lollipops from the bank drive-thru; upwards of 57,000 pounds of food; 43.5 gallons of alcohol; needles; the lip of a pipe...
Still, there was something—a spark. Are you fruit or vegetable, I wondered?Decades later, you are still mysterious to me. And a bit of that in any relationship can only be good.
The orgasm that is like an escalating inwardness
having stopped throwing up after four days of sick,
which is like a Joy Division drum track.
