PARKS

category : ambivalent

A period of loneliness

As if things couldn’t get any worse, playing cards came pouring out of his extra large wireless breasts unexpectedly. The trained showman in him turned it into something which seemed entirely planned.

Exiting orifices in the form of baby food

Here I feel normal

A feeling sweeps down my arm and I feel weight

The shirt I button up to the top button because there’s no reason not to

Neither interesting nor well-paying enough to threaten her husband’s sense that he was the center of her life.

I sure squeezed that lemon!

Came flying not blood and dark gore and ripped black cloth but an issue of birds, in plume, on wing

How all that was promised was not here

It might be the skin of a bull they loved

Dependent on the arbitrary will of others for the basic necessities of life

Technology is fast eroding the human world

They resembled talons

An uprooting and reassembling

Through these holes that I slid finally

I ate the Xanax you gave me