This summer's poetry letter-writing collaboration, a preview. Pretend we made a trailer like for a movie, and there is a viola playing something mournful and a rumbling voice speaks vaguely of the fantastical things to come.
Delusions are characterized by three things
Your mistake was trying to prove me wrong. Just because I am not, now, a little matchstick, burning up my sulfur ‘til I’m black and hurt your fingers – just because this is not what you see now doesn’t mean it won’t become true. I have dreams. I have seen my face in the newspapers. One eye witness saw me kiss a boy before he threw me. Another swears he fell upon me in the elevator shaft, my hands ribboned by the cable and broken glass. I don’t remember how it will go.
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Chemistry. What is chemistry? On the ninth floor, we stitched together the smell of cherries. The Bunsen burners flicked their wily tongues. I saw the whole thing explode all over again. Do you see now why I had to?
More from the man who paints pictures in the eyes of needles.
& Antelopenvelope has a pretty graphic with all our names on it.
Friday, June 11, 2010
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