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Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Imitation Synonym

Hurling endearments from the disturbance colonnade of broken stride/
at the very least this structure’s sound…Seemingly; A word an EX warily used in context/ women’s intuition I suppose/Another way to examine me up and down/to drive herself paranoid, seemingly.
I think of her sometimes when I’m laying in bed with insomnia, touching myself in the dark, in all the clean places, removing her good parts in my head, picking at the bad ones as a blackbird would the bones of a dead rat in a bad crop season. I think of Autumn, not the name per se, the season, not the woman’s name, like you’re listening, the time of year that follows summer, not the girl name Summer…Summer…
I think of her in my hometown along the slow river’s sandy beach, the lazy warm sun, far off distant voices oscillating in their gaiety of family life. Barbeque smoke teasing our taste buds, occasionally stinging our eyes just enough to accentuate their true colors, giggling and cooing, exploring each others bodies with rubs and tickles, scratches, on the beach blanket, trying to think of words that rhyme with orange.
In my remembrance, Summer’s name is Spring, a pet name for something I’ve yet to conquer. She loved reality TV shows before there were any. She didn’t make much sense in her fictional world that I made up, sitting at my outdoor table of the café as she walked by, but she showed promise and the sex was great for a season with a made-up woman’s name.

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