Wednesday, March 3, 2010
YCUABOCATA
come over here –
come right over here & lay down –
kill some time with me, laying here, it’s
that easy laying here. The first time
you sleep in someone else’s bed
you know them a little less
*
I’ve shot so many people in videogames,
I’ve wasted so much time, how many people
do you think we’ve wasted? The developers
rewound the headshot thousands of times,
marveling at the physics & the splatter
& I lay here marveling, too – dying
in a room I’ve never seen
*
you text:
come over here
I text:
where?
you text:
right here
*
you drive under a burnt out car & take aim
at the spot on my back where you’ve
danced your hand. Your sights shake. You
hold your breath. The recoil from the
rifle pops higher than you expect
snapping my head off at the hose – flipping
grimly like a blood dipped pinwheel.
We spray laughing bits of pretzel. We
venture out for another
*
you text:
you kill me
I text:
over & over & over
*
over here
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i read this. over and over and over.
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