we could not only conjure, but find faith in. For years since
then, he has hefted that fist, it has brushed past my unblinking
eye, my chin, my clamped jaw, while the
moon, uninterested,
.
is the same blaring yellow kink in our sleep. Screeching his
blind intent, To the moon, Alice, to the moon!, his eyes google
the lifted fist quivers, the spittle of
his day needles my cheeks.
.
One of these days, Alice, one of these
days! Bang! Zoom!
.
Without speaking, I show him who he truly is. I call stupid out
where stupid is. I'm mute while he spouts another craving wide
enough to fall through. Our tiled floor
is littered with schemes,
.
his punctured zeal: I'm gonna get a better job. Got a new idea,
we'll be swimming in dough. Gonna take you out jitterbugging,
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