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| Breath is a Scam |
| by Daniel C. Porder |
| Shadows crisscross my ceiling
like chain-mail. I’m drifting in the dark, toes bent against an AC’s breath. The day’s colors outran me to the horizon. The stars glow like teeth, like a frown. I set the music low, twist bagpipes through my brains. My eyes flutter and I blink postcards of a dream, of Venus stamped onto space’s page like a period. I hear the cosmos combusting wads of hair and space slamming through the roof. I close down my eyes and unplug my mind. I’m on the floor, praying for the Earth to stop. |
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| Nov. 2009 |
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