OVERHEARD WHILE IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM (MOUNT SINAI HOSPITAL, NYC, 2012)

Stop being a disaster!

What happened was:  I was at the zoo with my father. And then my father was gone. And now I’m here and I don’t know how to get out of here.

Daddy…daddy…are we in the clear?

Daddy, I see you are you here!

Oh no. Oh no.

My daddy was here and he wasn’t and he isn’t here and don’t touch me, don’t make this worse! The zoo was far from home and we were looking at monkeys. Monkeys like you! I had a banana. I had a banana and the monkey wanted the banana and daddy said no so I ate the banana.

I went potty and daddy was gone and I was here. Where is here? Don’t touch me! Where is here?

Daddy, touch me. Make me feel like a girl. Give me a banana. Give me a treat. Oh no, oh no. Who are you? Where’s my daddy? What have you done with my daddy?

Where is the zoo from here?

Fear? Oh no, oh no. Fear?

Oh dear.

22 KINDS OF A KIND OF CLIMAX OF DISTINCTION

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⁽¹⁾ “Fracture, Polatta, écossaise”---------------à ⁽²⁾ Here, once again, at Month’s End, you Rendezvous in your own Dissolution, in which, Insidiously, I Arisen. ⁽³⁾ And then that Matter of Intimacy, Meaning: I’m Usurped by the Removal, its Lack and its Layered, yet Limpid Context.  ⁽⁴⁾ And the Sun-Setting, as if, Waving Good-Bye, for itself: a Precious Jewel. ⁽⁵⁾ The Way the Temperature unexpectedly Rises, bringing the sweatslum of Summer, the Sun, the Achilles Rupture, and the Ensuing Jiggled Blood-Pressure. ⁽⁶⁾ A Sentence I Wrote Yesterday: is akin to howreling in a High-Cranial doze. ⁽⁷⁾ A kind of Derelict City and Repeat after Me: “I Ain’t even 25 Pages in this Shit…” ⁽⁸⁾ And this is why I no longer Write anything which Extends beyond Footnotes, Trappings, Nips and Flicks of the Wrist is this. ⁽⁹⁾  I was Overcome with a Momentary Eagerness to Consider what you have done with your Life.  ⁽¹⁰⁾ Tucked, Squeezed and Dragged my Dick Home, between Cheeks and Bad Knees on these Streets.  ⁽¹¹⁾ Nothing like a Pigeon’s Ass Solidly Behind you to get you Wanking, ---------------àEh, Hein Armsy~?  ⁽¹²⁾ Pleasure is a Purely Temporary Artifice and rather Mundane, Ordinary even; Thus: why should I Get-Up to its Throes of Illusion, when I know that Pleasure comes in Disguises and is Rarely recognized at the Time or Appreciated~? ⁽¹³⁾ I am in the Doghouse of my Competitor, Attempting to Pass a Kernel for the Past 3 Days.  ⁽¹⁴⁾ Stopped just off Lawrence to Photograph a new Construction.  ⁽¹⁵⁾ How to make a Picture in Writing of a Thing (your Ass) that isn’t a Pussified Discursive Avoidance (that Milkly Mane) of the Ass itself, when one could just Kneel, bury the Nose and Eat~? ⁽¹⁶⁾ A Tendency to Bloviate my Looks into Clarity (and then Slowly back out of the Stare of the mirror).  ⁽¹⁷⁾ The only Bullshit I ever Loved was Mine which was Divine. ⁽¹⁸⁾ What we used to call a “thumper”. ⁽¹⁹⁾ Oh, Don’t Mind Me: I’m just Brimming (Over) with a Simple Satisfaction. ⁽²⁰⁾ The Guttural Laugh that Begins in the Gut and Extends the Width of a Spine. ⁽²¹⁾ I Stomach what I can Stomach and then Whisk-Off to the South. ⁽²²⁾ And Let’s Not Forget Now: the Lurch of Sadness that Precedes my Vehicle’s Wild and Abandoned Acceleration.