Flashing eyes and dimples, sprout from some hidden, places we will probably only dream about, surgeries, elective and life-prolonging, because what does it really mean to save a life, doctors are all adrenaline junkies of the worst, stripes, splatters, drips, strips, the kind you grill, the kind where the girl, lift my shirt, release the hounds, cough, wonder, what's that word, that chemical word, it's like subvert, who cares, it's all one run on, you can count on that, on me, with only commas to breathe on, like how I, how you, how she, tastes paint, life, dirt, air, sand, salt, how Dallas becomes a small town, and how we have friends with ironic honorifics, like that defense attorney, like a master of anything, all humans, more or less, measure, observe, track, coerce, lie honestly, honorably, funny man, silly boy, blue screens, cracked doors, light floods, then spills, trickles, like moonlight, midnight, pre-dawn, like a digital rooster, like never ever fucking stopping, like: oh, this again??, like a woman of independent means ... nothing, too many books about princesses and their dresses, and how can that be dangerous, sheesh, and what about those people that say sheesh, is she for real, no, chimera, the only living girl, the most egocentric girl, the little girl, the sad girl, the rained-on girl, heartbroken and (life) full of sobs, acronym it if you like and read between the ellipses, if you're in the know, if you know, how it feels, how to grow plants and do karate, how to assimilate, because I never learned, too late for me, save yourself, yourselves, humans with cat eyes, but not like mine, with Cheshire grins, and grands, how do those women do it, what class did they take, how to be not crazy or stupid, how to be with your hair and clothes just so, and your mind right, if you have one, and we are just swimming, from island to island, except they are mirages, and we are in the desert, and the snake crosses the road in front of us, cue tumbleweed, cracking asphalt, heat waves, we wave back because now it has gotten to our brains, bone makes a mediocre cooler, insured and insulated against, not the worst crimes or acts of our gods, cringe, because I cringe to think that it is wasted, not too happy with my measurements, hips to the moon, balanced by breasts which are scarred for life and peeling with sun, nose like a I don't know, cancer this way comes, and my teeth will never fossilize, no part of me will, and will I ever get over myself before I become dust in a vase? Hard to say, but at this rate, turn to the next page for the happy ending.

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