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Things don’t get better, they get worse.

The truth is, it was me who discarded

the mattress.  Let me reiterate that I dis-

carded the mattress that was then turned

into a beautiful extra-large, inedible pizza.

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Now is 2 seconds ago & older is 3 seconds ago.

                                                    —Eileen Myles

I am turning discarded mattresses

into street food.  It’s an idea I picked

up from Facebook where they turned

one into a delicious-looking monster

pizza.  It’s fantastic.  But it has its

limitations. 

Not to dwell on the past, but how

does my hair look?  I went from

bed to meeting (interview) in five

minutes flat.  Try that on with some

vinyl (it’s a record….nevermind).

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Greeting. How are things goings?

                                —Honey Bunny

Or so the story goes…

I’m not up to anything in particular.

I’m not even up to the particulars.

But I’ve got a savage living deep

within me, and, therefore, I’m a

bit nauseous, and I really need

to pee.  So, thanks for askings,

but I guess I’ll be goings now.

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Dufus Is Like Dumbass, Only More Real

(Like You)

This is the text of the piece:

“A way for us to pass in the night

or whatever.”  With Donald Trump

deep-kissing Vladimir Putin some-

where in Los Angeles this morning,

I’m lonely.  Is this the only us?  Or

did we meet, by chance, at….

Plants have wisdom; bugs have

memory.  Or so I’m told on this

late Friday evening.

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“Do you

have

dreams?”

he asks

on the

way to

the taco

truck last

night. 

Do I

have

dreams. 

Then I

took a

photo

of the

Hibernia

Bank

Building

while he

was fitted

for a show

in which

he’s a

model

at Ruby

Skye.

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tivities

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 gunna

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If my situation is less dire,

why, then, do I have more

memory?

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I Simply Do What I Do

          your throat is clogged

          with her name

                             —Maged Zaher

At first glance, I thought the 2nd

line read “with your name,”

and I thought this was pretty

hilarious.  And truthful.  Not to

oversimplify, but aren’t there

throats clogged with each of

our names?  Or is it the truths

that clog?  And, honestly,

the fact the deciding factor

may be that my sink has been

stopped up for a week now

is not very hilarious.  (Or

most of our throats?  Or

is it just my throat?).  Any-

way, in summary,

Throats,

Hilarity,

Truth,

and Tragedy,

all members

of the extend-

ed family,

spend most

holidays together

and often re-

member me well.