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Short Stories Non-Fiction bridge monster
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bridge monster |
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| Written by Kaija Alexandra Thom | |
| Monday, 31 March 2008 | |
| Last Updated ( Monday, 31 March 2008 ) |
The dry river bed is like a map of her labia as my retinas rectify the stiffly waning moon. And we're tossing cigarettes, lit into the belly beneath the bridge and I’m thinking about how her news hit real close to home. The jesus juice defines our liver in swallows, from beneath the lamplight and out across where the water once flowed. I'll hork down in the reeds and shotgun the last beer ... then maybe later I'll even walk her home.
Comments (3) |
 03-31-2008 09:42, Must admit I didnt really understand this but that might just be me. » Reply to this comment...  03-31-2008 11:58, I must admit that this was a brilliant work of art. I didn't understand it, but that lack of understanding is what made it beautiful. » Reply to this comment...  03-31-2008 12:06, Not much to understand. This used to be a poem, but I could never figure out where to put line breaks. So I just gave in, punctuated it, and decided to come back on a later date. There's a story behind it, and I'm thinking maybe I'll elaborate on it. » Reply to this comment... |
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