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How to rise to the occasion: I have broken everything.  All of the garbage on the foggy cracked streets. Midnight starts humming softly  at first  winding over the streetlights  shimmering  off of the metallic wrappers from 7/11 My adaptability to your absence is a clear  alarm buzzer by now.  'because he was there and I was not.' Bananafish swim in the thick of the foggy fissures Of my new secret.  The fat boy in the drivers seat Compliments me "thank you."i say and One bananafish swims faster than the others  Breaking throughout the tears Passes the windows and rips the dashboard.  I swallow the bananafish whole  And after fat boys hands are firm and Infatuated on my cheeks Bananafish swims in my head violently  He is so large that he wags his tail in my stomach Scratching at the walls of my belly Poking his head out of my throat.  "I'm here. Let me out. Let me out." And I hear your voice ask me if this is okay.  And I imagine all of your long fingers  Gingerly touching my cheeks.  I think of your breath asking me if this is okay.  The sax playing fat boy  makes me open my eyes again When we pull away.  And that's when I know I've killed my bananafish.
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
A Day To Catch A Bananafish
How to rise to the occasion: I have broken everything.  All of the garbage on the foggy cracked streets. Midnight starts humming softly  at first  winding over the streetlights  shimmering  off of the metallic wrappers from 7/11 My adaptability to your absence is a clear  alarm buzzer by now.  'because he was there and I was not.' Bananafish swim in the thick of the foggy fissures Of my new secret.  The fat boy in the drivers seat Compliments me "thank you."i say and One bananafish swims faster than the others  Breaking throughout the tears Passes the windows and rips the dashboard.  I swallow the bananafish whole  And after fat boys hands are firm and Infatuated on my cheeks Bananafish swims in my head violently  He is so large that he wags his tail in my stomach Scratching at the walls of my belly Poking his head out of my throat.  "I'm here. Let me out. Let me out." And I hear your voice ask me if this is okay.  And I imagine all of your long fingers  Gingerly touching my cheeks.  I think of your breath asking me if this is okay.  The sax playing fat boy  makes me open my eyes again When we pull away.  And that's when I know I've killed my bananafish.
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
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