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She's in her own home and surrounded with her own freshly laundered towels. She drizzles them with her signature Italian dressing, looking forward to seeing the racially diverse race drivers in their gaily colored vehicles. She's sitting on her sunglasses, unfortunately.

The race administrator leaves his villa, walking until he's running, running until he's vomiting cubed lettuce and soy hash on the charred carpet of the former hotel's lobby.

In foil packets, the lumpy poultry steams in the bathroom. Our heroine will eat it with naked fingers on her balcony, waiting for the race that never begins...

Permission to Join the Bamboo

I might be the first person to sit on this island, in my personal zone of comfort, twisting this band of manufactured calcium fiber. The first time these sounds have vibrated this particular microclimate of this place. It's my lonely pursuit. I will replicate it elsewhere.

Under my feet, isopods find damp homes where the grout — a rustic local variety, no doubt — has degraded and formed something that can be transformed into a suitable shelter. They are undisturbed by the frantic labors of my fingers and the frequent curses erupting from my lips.

I have something good to think of when I'm dying, if I can remember.

A Green Bed Truss

This is a great texture: airy, terraced, washed and snackable. It's a fine piece of luggage and I will carry it with pride on the ferry to the hospital island. Im hoping that the children I see will become good people. I dont know that it will happen.

The rocking of the ferry on this gentle water brings me to a mental space of joyful relaxation. Striated thoughts — memories of my fraught schooling — slip into vapor. Salted kisses from the grave.

Tomorrow this ferry makes its last trip to the mainland, failing and sinking to the bleached coral wastes below. A playground for bored executives with expensive wet suits.

Fluorescing Until the Demon's Lunch

Wilting sleep in a carriage abandoned behind the major retail chain location, dream that clover sneeze.

Zucchini and cheese with a morning sandwich, devil eyes roll into a routine triumph of elasticity. Frog clown hunger stimulates a post-nuptual tantrum.

Dream the gilded trampoline, fill the video with me and your family.

Evaluating Preemptive Oracle Murder

I might sit in the swirl alone, exactly alone. There is a consciousness here: an unmoored ragged thing.

Agitating, this presence forms and reforms repeatedly, shifting a face into a lung, a nipple into a navel. These tissues respond only to themselves.

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