XIII
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HATZOLAH
He asked me would I like to live deliciously and I said, actually, man, I’m good. When I say good, I mean done, like I’m done com- paring cum to sacrament, like I’m done trying things I won’t like, done, like, done. I can’t cure the condition of an earth shared with other people. Think about all eight billion of us and no wonder some folks load the toilet paper roll the wrong way. No wonder some tongues wreck. No wonder momentum is the most important thing. I am unkind fifty efficient times a day. Make it a hundred. Make it that grandma I shoulder-checked to catch my Q train. Forget ‘til the next grandma, the next Q train, the next earth. The night is young so, quick, let’s fuck her, wishbone her legs ‘til they break lucky. The prettiest any girl can be is too young to know, even you, girl, even the moon. Emergency can just be, like, help, the song is losing its magic, help, I forgot to cry over a gray hair, I did not architect the world and the guy that did forgot the black box, the emergency exit, help, help, help. |