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you are supposed to write upon the walls in these quiet rooms

a man is driving through dark woods.
the man slams on his brakes
for no apparent reason and
the car slides sideways
to a teetering stop.

the man gets out of the car
just as a dozen black bears
rumble out of the forest
and the lot of them dance
like there had never before
been such a thing
in the world.

welcome to my life.

hobnob & chortle

yes in-between the wars
and the famines
there are jeans
to be worn.
there are grapefruits
to slice open
and wine bottles
to line up
on windowsills
like idle thoughts
or corpses.

magnificent,
the way we all
hobnob & chortle
while the world
comes apart.

everybody's coming!

"happy cristmas day!" aidan sings in a silly falsetto from inside fort dalton. "everybody's going to computer dot com! santa fell off his roof and died! computer dot com! everybody knows!"

"everybody's coming!" roan chirps in.

a picnic lunch in Fort Dalton was mos def among my favorite luncheons ever.

can't you tell? don't i look overjoyed? (i have earned my face, i fear.)

i am standing right behind you. next to the bear.

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