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I
Was Wrong... She Died in Her Grave...
Brandon Downing
I WAS WRONG… SHE DIED IN HER GRAVE…
If his wife thought he would freak out at
Home he would do it at work… it was tossed
At me, him. What’re they
Doing in the cellar anyway, Holmes? It’s
Clean enough for laps, my organs made
of
wax
It started again. My coke went flat, it was the best.
Got a picture of him with Marilu Henner…you right.
Peace out to all those motherfuckers livin’ in the woods,
Name, with their silly sisters, going “Look at
My new buttons, signed, Mama.” People don’t change,
It’s usually in short novels, that’s,
In paintings: people hug. Normally, they are the poor.
Always pining for the lab girl. “Mites were in the bed.”
S.T.C.
© Brandon Downing
Brandon
Downing is originally from San Francisco, where he was co-founder
and director of Blue Books, a non-profit literary bookstore and performance
space in that city's Mission District. Since 2000 he has lived in New
York, where he works as an exhibit designer and researcher and spends
many weeks on planes. A photographer, collagist, and sometime filmmaker,
as well as a poet, his books include The
Shirt Weapon (Germ Monographs, 2002) and the soon-to-be-released
Dark Brandon (Faux Press, 2005).
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