| Thunder Sandwich #17
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 dweeb by jeff filipski |
| Desire delicious rise worn in the moment briefly young woman glistens purity head to toe then... pale, windblown, and wrinkled Temporarily Disconnected my journals stand at attention, proudly lined up in a stately fashion gently accusing me of neglect vision blurring, hands sweating, heart pounding I back away slowly my face flushes in anticipation of impending failure I see her words rushing at me from across the room I hear them pushing their way into every crevice Anne Parkinson effectively crushed my ability to perform under pressure one winter day in St. Paul, Minnesota and yet she is nothing to me red-faced and screaming at books in a row Dudelar, Moilar, Moink to the man catch me a shrink as fast as you can the poisonous scabs of horror and injustice itching for their release and my destruction quiet as hungry babies so, I scratch until the blood runs free Starbaby is calm once again she will write tomorrow when the Xanax comes restless trees peer in my window and witness the smoking gun that is my memory as I hear, "the number you are trying to reach has been temporarily disconnected..." |
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| ISSN: 1534-4037 |
Edited by Jim Chandler & Haze McElhenny
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