when the news finally hits it’s 3 days after the phone call-
i've come back from the laundromat and let
my clean clothes fall
on the living room floor
some voice
escapes my throat
in heavy increments,
angry and lacking words
two hands
find bottles from cupboards
to break
beer, wine and champagne
when he opens the door the floor is submerged in pieces and bottlenecks
of labatt blue, corona and rickards and what else—
“what the fuck happened?”
the voice then
mathematically recounts
the chain of events
my upper body refrains from folding over his shoulder
this face
keeps from sinking into
his clavicle and smiles:
“babe, i’m ok— don’t say you’re sorry, don’t”
this lie is getting better, i'm now a genius liar, an actress—
the truth concealed between apartment walls
then swept off with the dust and glass.
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this is like nothing i have ever read.
and thats the gods honest truth.
it was like a story line but well put together and overwhelming.
where did this come from??? you are like some kind of professional and i can't even think straight right now lol its truley amazing....
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Keeps getting better and better. Have you ever thought about writing a short story? A novel? I'm sure you could pull something from your beautiful prose.
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