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04/28/2026 14:58h
stepping off the curb onto the right foot, the left foot following in due time, dragging a heavy weight that goes “thud” as if falls those few inches collective guilt cannot fit inside individualism In the cabinet under the bathroom sink, the household items, bottles and canisters of detergent, Pledge Lemon Trigger, and, along the inner corners of the cabinet and its edges,—dark stains, eukaryotic organisms, branched filamentous hyphae —screaming and pointing at the crud women whose hair was stiffened into “beehives,” as they were called,— —canceling out the odor-producing glands under their shaven armpits by spraying on chasm lice chemicals sliding the waist-line down to pierce the gluteus with the splinter of a hypodermic The dishes sparkle, they literally glitter and throw off incandescent particles barely able to eat, no appetite, not taste buds the food stays fresh for months and, even after over a year, is still crunchy when chewed holding a clean handkerchief over nose and mouth eyes irritated with a burny carbolic sensation irrigate the sunken cheeks, the sandpaper lips tongue blindly groping upward to lap at the moisture of tears droplets of a fluid dispensed from small milky-plastic bottles only a couple of inches in height might reduce the discomfort,—later tossing the expired bottle into a wastebasket, the fumes distorting whatever’s seen through the vapors, like a road on a hot summer day What started as a slight dryness in the throat soon progressed to desiccated lips crinkly as crepe paper it’s perfectly natural to ignore a faint aftertaste it involved no joke saying “Does this taste funny to you?,” very dour look on their faces, to the extent that the word “faces” still applies plants other than the desired plant life are ripped from the ground wearing a thick glove The gardener finished with his chores, and went around to the back of the shed to hose himself down with a garden hose, bare-chested, rubbing his hand over his glistening pectoral muscles, the nozzle—