Ode to JoyAnthony Robinson
We are primitive information systems. But how strange to be anything! How lucky to have had the chance! When we had matching pigtails, we shared a brain, similar hearts, whatever we required for closeness. You were a firecracker & I, a foil packet of charmed pills. You had skin like gasoline & I smelled like rubber. We were each well-endowed in our own ways. All our photographs were magneted upside-down to a murky blue refrigerator. Sometimes we ate. When you were lonely, which was often, we had some sex. There were more or less equal amounts of crying & yelling & soft seething. When I think about those days, I want to hum in a pitch my dog would understand, & even appreciate.
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