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Beds moaning in a give and take some sort of car crash outside, morning’s roadkill people choking on their breath during sleep. I exhale words I do not mean to say then swallow them up again just battered croaking – all these sounds spattered like a Victorian print. I feel the air of another person whistling on my backside: he will climb vines to get in my bed and eat me. I hear night-noises, and that is what I think, there are cannibals at the sill big green tree-looking men who fit me whole in their stomach. My bedroom, like a cupboard and me the same, we open without a key. Across the street there has to be a factory of some sort where women are put into jars for jam and their skin’s the toast – they get pregnant by ear. One hundred decibels given by my father’s snoring moustache and fifty for an ****** that causes leopard print sheets. Then, I am in a dream in which someone large holds me closer than a criminal, but we just ballroom dance. Then, I open those eyes again and dogs bark in southern accents and my house sweats from a nightmare and the hour hands me sandbags and wives finally get to pawn the rifle for thousands but not before I hear a shot.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
an anthology of night-noises
Beds moaning in a give and take some sort of car crash outside, morning’s roadkill people choking on their breath during sleep. I exhale words I do not mean to say then swallow them up again just battered croaking – all these sounds spattered like a Victorian print. I feel the air of another person whistling on my backside: he will climb vines to get in my bed and eat me. I hear night-noises, and that is what I think, there are cannibals at the sill big green tree-looking men who fit me whole in their stomach. My bedroom, like a cupboard and me the same, we open without a key. Across the street there has to be a factory of some sort where women are put into jars for jam and their skin’s the toast – they get pregnant by ear. One hundred decibels given by my father’s snoring moustache and fifty for an ****** that causes leopard print sheets. Then, I am in a dream in which someone large holds me closer than a criminal, but we just ballroom dance. Then, I open those eyes again and dogs bark in southern accents and my house sweats from a nightmare and the hour hands me sandbags and wives finally get to pawn the rifle for thousands but not before I hear a shot.
sarina
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
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