Эпиграф. Выстрел.

Jun 21, 2012 15:31

When I was little, I thought the word loin
and the word lion were the same thing.

I thought celibate was a kind of fish.
My parents wanted me to be well-rounded,

so they threw dinner plates at each other,
until I curled up into a little ball.

I've had the wind knocked out of me
but never the hurricane. I've seen two

hundred and sixty-three rats in the past year,
but never more than one at a time.

It could be the same rat, with a very high
profile. I know what it's like to wear

my liver on my sleeve. I walk in
department stores, looking suspicious,

approach the security guard, say what?
I didn't take anything. Go ahead, frisk me,

Big Boy! I go to funerals and tell
the grieving family the soul of the deceased

is trapped inside my rib cage and trying
to reach you. Once I thought I found love,

but then I realized I was just out
of cigarettes. Some people are boring

because their parents had boring sex
the night they were conceived. In the year

thirteen hundred thirteen, a little boy died
who had the exact same scars as me.

Jeffrey McDaniel

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