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AMISH TRIVEDI |
Two Tame
Women in a
I got the ambulance
driver to laugh as
I played my
ukulele, which
was on fire
from the car
accident. Perhaps
he was just
being polite, but
I thought I
saw the
shimmer in
his eyes that
meant, “I would go
gay for this guy”, and
that made me smile
as the burning
sensation of the
ukulele set
my chest on
fire and all
the hairs went
singeing away. I
bought a new tattoo
and discovered
mother spelled
with the uncharacteristic
“fucker”.
Neal Cassady in a
Farmhouse Basement
my perfect
teeth and baby's
breath are at
the edges of the market
concentrated into steel. You
stood in the
door, just
slightly
applying your
head to the
frame, a licked hair
wavering
towards
the vanilla
spray hinges (
you're s'posed
ta
take them
off: I TOLD ya to
). I
wish
we'd just left
it for
later instead of
beating this lying
in a bush.
Silent Film Script
The camera
wants to
sleep with you;
snapping to eat
itself. In this
version, they'll
erase six pounds
before putting
it out for
the night among
the jasmine blossoms
and traffic. A
perishable desire is
one in which the
bacteria dissolve
the lining that tames
the bile. Inside the bus
station are older rats,
crumbling ashes for
survival. All his
memories are in
his tastes; the
toaster wants an
even slice: there's
no living with
hollow
teeth. The little
white coats are
hung up
for the season,
my Latin class.
She bent over and
her underwear
begged forgiveness-
'
'is
the world's clitoris: a
nice spot in
a nice
place.' Prayer
highlights the roots
a Christian hue, brought
on by an eclipse
the TV cameras
ignored. She
blurred her nipple
out of focus
as the lens
glazed
over and shut
tight this
plastic mirage.
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