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Hathor,
Only seeing you in ratty clothes, sweaty ribbed t-shirts,
soiled holy jeans & the like, in the midst of the hottest
time ever. Your face and skin color as pink as a cartoon
pig. This may sound negative but it’s not meant to be.
Blame the oppressive , sweaty pinkness.
Sincerely, MAX
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Demeter,
3:30, the edge of night.
A light bulb blows up above my head, glass spits into my
cortex. All the things I ever mentioned, all my dumb
analysis, pieces of electrical gaffer’s wire sticking out my
ass.
Yeah, sure, you’re the goddess, the lover, the patriot, can
I push you into a vat of boiling tar??
Love is new to the unpunished, & I’m sucking too hard on the
concrete, breaking my nails on the cracks of the sidewalk as
I try to get enough vitamins. The sun plummets behind the
moon, you fall into darkness & lightning conditions are not
ideal.
What happened to the new cinema?
I’m having trouble swallowing. You should ride the horse.
Look at all the other animals, they don’t get along.
There’s nothing but moons in the sky, I can’t pull you out
of time, I have to take a shit, I feel like a fucking jerk.
MAX
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Hina,
as soon as you ripped your shirt off, you started laughing
at your own breasts. Your nipples were wrong, where the
wrong size, didn’t get hard enough, had sort of pimples on
them and hair. NO FORM TO YOUR MAMMARIES!! You laughed
nervously, mini- psychotically, thrusting your breasts
upward, drop flopping them down like potato sacks, water
balloons.
You crawled on all fours, so that your breasts dangled
beneath you. LAUGHING.
It’s that LSD!!!!! I said, and proceeded.
Sincerely,
MAX
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Ix Chel,
that phony actor is too big for your vagina. You said so
yourself.
Always
MAX
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Skadi,
i think you want to slay men. By extension, me.
In the orchestra pit, I am grabbing your calf. You glare at
me, devolving on the spot into a blob of protoplasm.
I squeek: Won’t you join my band & play violin??
Emily Dickinson reading to us in a crowded room. You are
making a concentrated effort to stare at me. Why is this? I
am certain it is not for flesh. Are you trying to unnerve
me? You stare at me often & for long periods. I don’t
comprehend your projections.
I make a film of you writhing around on stage, sunburned. One
time you were making goo goo eyes at Ix Chel, & you had this
goofy top hat on. As Marlene Dietrich, you blocked out the
entire stage, crowd, music, & focused on that chick.
Skadi, you’re a freak.
Sincerely MAX
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Hina,
defeated image of broken motherhood, get a hold and milk,
milk, milk!!
Yours, MAX
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Hathor,
you could tend garden, but you don’t.
You sweat in your jeans.
Your teeth bite into a succulent tangerine.
Juice squirts out as your incisors tear into the tissue of
that musical fruit.
Ahhhhh,
MAX
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Demeter,
I write to you due to my excessive sweat glands.
Our phone conversation are increasingly antagonistic,
removing us further in time.
Sadly, I now know I’ll never hold you in my arms again.
After I collapsed on my knees in mock religious release, my
eyes fell out of their sockets, bounced off your sternum
like super hi-bounce masterpieces.
I guess we both have reels full of shit.
We better....
Oooops, my arms fell off!
Hold a second,
MAX
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Ix Chel,
you bring corn stalks into bed, the unshucked ears strewing
hairs about the quilts. I twiddle the nipple and get you
pumped. Water pounds on the garden path. Cozy up not, corn
woman, lend me your ear. What’s that smell in your hair?
You’ve been smoking.
MAX
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Kali,
You’re so thin, I think you’re going to snap.
THE SMELL!! The color orange. Hair.
THE SMELL!!
In sauce,
MAX
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