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How Do I Bring this Badness?

I dreamt that my leg
rubbed against the furniture,

that there was green shit
on the furniture, that I

was furious with Mother, shouted
at her for putting green shit

on the furniture, that Mother
corrected me, explained that

it was cancer vomit, and I
prayed she would forgive me,

though she is long dead
and had never forgiven me

for anything else.

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  1. #1 by Carl D'Agostino on September 17, 2013 - 5:47 pm

    Heavy dude, heavy.

    • #2 by Carl on October 11, 2013 - 10:16 pm

      I’m behind on comments. Thank you for yours. I will lighten up!

  2. #3 by clinock on September 24, 2013 - 3:12 am

    I’m with Carl, Carl – and admire your poetic courage very much…

    • #4 by Carl on October 11, 2013 - 10:17 pm

      Thank you, John. I appreciate your comment.

  3. #5 by sixthsymph on September 26, 2013 - 9:36 pm

    This is relentlessly raw. Amazing.

    • #6 by Carl on October 11, 2013 - 10:19 pm

      Thank you for your comment. You’re very kind.

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