2 p.m. the best time time to go any
where?
in the valley.
she answered the door
wearing a
bathrobe.
well she was married
and they’re always like that.
then she filled my mind
with the gossip
of people unmet
and other prolific sentiment
not well received
by husbands.
after disrobing her robe
she showed me her
pumpkin.
isn’t it beautiful?
she said.
carve it for me
Ian!
carve it
and wash me
in the blood
you spill.
when we finished
its face was mocking.
horrible
laughter from the ground.
but soon it was dissolved.
crushed
by the air.
it was already dead.
that’s what I told myself
driving home
slowly.
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1 Allen // Oct 31, 2008 at 10:18 am
Inspired and beautiful with darkness. Snap. Snap. Wonderful.
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