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Jul 2013
Its sick, I remember it

perfectly.

There was a moment in time when the fear let itself dissolve into my nostrils and her

hands laced in gauze gloves,
injured boxer,
beautiful daughter

and the light gleamed and glistened off of every glass plate,
fractals of xanax bliss flicking themselves on to a filthy rug

and the line thinned itself out,
the lines thickened as it thinned itself out

school busses found themselves in parking lots and
some found themselves sold to private owners and some

drove themselves to our madness.

Sad clown cries tears while he laughs
she gave us our pills for free.

and one morning her daughter awoke,

*third grade called her daughter to wake up early and dress herself for the occasion, as she was only in third grade and couldnt drive,

she went to wake her mother,

and the sad clown dried her tears on the executioners
pillow.

Fell Asleep With Too Many In Her

We spent a few weeks on our knees,
searching filthy rugs for fractals of xanax bliss.

One night I realized what I was doing.

Its sick.

I remember it perfectly.
Fernando Antonio Montejano
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Fernando Antonio Montejano  27/M
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