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I'm seated across from my stomachache. The diner mutates into a morgue. The tables are gurneys with checkerboard shrouds. Is this conversation - or autopsy? I explore an intriguing potential corpse -unflinching under my lancet eyes -numb as my curious scalpel pries as I try to dissect what this means to me. It might mean a great deal (perhaps too much). With delicate pressure cracks appear STOP! Questions cause fragile things to break... Relationships all die premature deaths. I am maladroit when I handle hearts. Then I wait for the last breath, "Let's keep in touch," and watch as my wounded friend departs, sanguine about the mess I've made of my latest stab at intimacy when I dropped my guard like a flensing blade and opened myself up as well. Mistake!
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
Autopsy II
I'm seated across from my stomachache. The diner mutates into a morgue. The tables are gurneys with checkerboard shrouds. Is this conversation - or autopsy? I explore an intriguing potential corpse -unflinching under my lancet eyes -numb as my curious scalpel pries as I try to dissect what this means to me. It might mean a great deal (perhaps too much). With delicate pressure cracks appear STOP! Questions cause fragile things to break... Relationships all die premature deaths. I am maladroit when I handle hearts. Then I wait for the last breath, "Let's keep in touch," and watch as my wounded friend departs, sanguine about the mess I've made of my latest stab at intimacy when I dropped my guard like a flensing blade and opened myself up as well. Mistake!
joe-kevin-coleman
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
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