"...hypocrite, mon lecteur""
- toilet stall wall, American Airlines, Flight AA12
In my fantasy where nothing matters,
I'm surrounded by horrorcouchralists --
little shops, irises filled with the spatters
of those who hurt them, flower portrait fists
rising up like fleur de mal faces, seedy
infernalities, like Cain's kids come back
to revenge Dad's exile among beasts, greedy
psychopathic monsters on the fast track.
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Zora Neale Hurston, chasing down hoodoos there,
said, to understand uncanny: believe.
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