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We Be Burls

As if we never existed—our family—one of the myriad meaningless cul-de-sacs of the human stain.

We strive for erasure—disappearing is what we do best.

We are the terminal points in a stunted family tree—look, let’s hang ourselves off this gnarled branch.

We be the bees of benefaction, you pray.
We be rampikes infested with woolly adelgids, I say.

I’m the last of the family line—and so are you—food for decaying thoughts.

“That week I’d submitted a scene depicting a young man who struggled to complete sex with a slowly deflating sex doll. A scene I’d eventually use in my novel Snuff, fifteen years later. On behalf of the other writers Andrea told me I wasn’t a good fit for the group. Due to my fiction, no one felt safe around me.”

— Chuck Palahniuk / Consider This