Coda
Coda coda coda.
Things are draining out of me. So humid and wet out today the whole world was a poultice. My brain is squeezing itself dry which is painful. I am licking the secretions from my knuckles, which are white from clenching. I vomitted up another pellet. This time tinted red-brown, robin red-breast, baby fox color, pipestone. Twigs that upon closer inspection were splintered bones, sucked clean of marrow. I peeled apart the pellet when it had dried and placed it on a clean white papertowel. Inside was a receipt from Chipotle, and written on the back of the receipt were these lines from Autobiography of Red:
I woke up and turned on the light and just now I rolled my right thigh into the puddle of cum and had no idea what it was. I wiped the wetness from my thigh and brought it to my lips. As soon as it touched my lips I immediately thought of B. I would lick the cum off of his belly after sex, or he would deposit little pearls on my thigh as I roughly fucked him and he whispered out his peals like morse code against my shoulder in little bite marks.
I can't remember a good time, specifically, just a smear of something across the windshield that could have been at one point a lightning bug but you are driving to fast to have cupped it in your hands. We are fighting north of Sault Saint Marie. We are running out of gas. A meteor shower is happening in front of us, where the straight road ends at the edge of Canadian darkness.
Things are draining out of me. So humid and wet out today the whole world was a poultice. My brain is squeezing itself dry which is painful. I am licking the secretions from my knuckles, which are white from clenching. I vomitted up another pellet. This time tinted red-brown, robin red-breast, baby fox color, pipestone. Twigs that upon closer inspection were splintered bones, sucked clean of marrow. I peeled apart the pellet when it had dried and placed it on a clean white papertowel. Inside was a receipt from Chipotle, and written on the back of the receipt were these lines from Autobiography of Red:
Then he met Herakles and the kingdom of his life all shifted down a few notches.I turned off the light and jerked off very quickly and then tried to sleep but I was grinding my teeth and thinking of cigarettes.
They were two superior eels
at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
...
Geryon was amazed at himself. He saw Herakles just about every day now.
The instant of nature
forming between them drained every drop from the walls of his life
leaving behind just ghosts
rustling like an old map...
...
Herakles lies like a piece of torn silk in the heat of the blue saying,
Geryon please...
I woke up and turned on the light and just now I rolled my right thigh into the puddle of cum and had no idea what it was. I wiped the wetness from my thigh and brought it to my lips. As soon as it touched my lips I immediately thought of B. I would lick the cum off of his belly after sex, or he would deposit little pearls on my thigh as I roughly fucked him and he whispered out his peals like morse code against my shoulder in little bite marks.
I can't remember a good time, specifically, just a smear of something across the windshield that could have been at one point a lightning bug but you are driving to fast to have cupped it in your hands. We are fighting north of Sault Saint Marie. We are running out of gas. A meteor shower is happening in front of us, where the straight road ends at the edge of Canadian darkness.
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