Why you bump thread!
Okay, to add to my earlier post, here is a couplet, and a sampling of lyrical prose from a much larger series I wrote.
Someone knocked over (Prelude to Fragment)
Someone knocked over the jug of hot chocolate.
There is blood splattered on one of the walls.
Fragment III (High-school gyms)
High-school gyms are dark at night, and smelly. The floor is dangerous because someone might see me but the metal stands are hard and cold. I'm sleeping lying flat on the stands in the cold of the night, thinking of you. Tomorrow I will sleep in an oily alleyway outside a McDonald's, but soon -- next week maybe -- I will have reached the abandoned yellow fields and the forest of firevine.
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