Monday, November 29, 2021

Chance Encounter

 

dreams love me. sitting in the kitchen. replaying roles.

Baby gorgeous, in her suit, in her boots, I look, coming raw: “Your aura is stronger, have you felt pain?”

“Please stop!”

“I’ll walk away.”

“Please don’t!”

gambling, sources bleeding, eating a fetish, loving death.

I skate backwards. I touch a spot. Love ain’t dying in me.

“You do this often?”

“Why should it matter?”

“I play for keeps.”

“I play for fun. I keep drifting. I haven’t found one to capture pain.”

“What do you need?”

I gaze into a tunnel, it seems so pentagram, I look intently —

“I need you to play pretend until it hurts?”

such disrespect, to imagine how it moves, like rage inside a monkey: hands, wealth, more unsteadiness—flights, laughs, eyes burning, incense wafting.

“Now what?”

“More in your favor.”

such elegance.

PS.

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