Journey to the Candy Center
Does the story start in flashes
or glances or somebody’s bed?
His leg wanted to ensnare my leg,
was all I knew, but I had no plot.
I leaned against the large man at the back of the line.
He said, “It’s raining,” and I just closed my eyes.
There was a dull pressure on my teeth. I
opened my mouth and let the gum fall out.
This was on the way to the candy center.
We vacillate between fragments and journeys
and then choose neither. "Neither is no anesthetic."
“Bottle deposits accumulate rapidly,
but I can’t put that in Billions,” I said,
frightening the man in the office kitchen.
We were high in the air.
The clouds were sticking.
The stairs were creaking. Hinges squeaked.
I felt a brilliant, pink crackling. It was the candy center.
Pride left me. I was beat.
or glances or somebody’s bed?
His leg wanted to ensnare my leg,
was all I knew, but I had no plot.
I leaned against the large man at the back of the line.
He said, “It’s raining,” and I just closed my eyes.
There was a dull pressure on my teeth. I
opened my mouth and let the gum fall out.
This was on the way to the candy center.
We vacillate between fragments and journeys
and then choose neither. "Neither is no anesthetic."
“Bottle deposits accumulate rapidly,
but I can’t put that in Billions,” I said,
frightening the man in the office kitchen.
We were high in the air.
The clouds were sticking.
The stairs were creaking. Hinges squeaked.
I felt a brilliant, pink crackling. It was the candy center.
Pride left me. I was beat.