going for him

stained pink rayon

first responders were able to get him out
the stained pink rayon nightgown beneath
his torn clothes was unexpected

no one says a word
he was not in the water but he was taken
by the 8-foot wave nonetheless

rough surf justifies
a rough serf
higher and higher
both he and the waves

he had plenty of sunscreen
slathered on slippery as a forlorn right whale
the right whale for harpooning
back in the day

humidity is up
but it’s only monday

im bleeding
he says

so he’s got that going for him

What I’m Reading:

one hears a hymn to killing
a hymn to lead bullets
piercing through the human flesh
like angels

— Tomica Bajsić / “Hymn to Killing”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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