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what do Anne Frank Marcus Aurelius +Thich Naht Hanh
have in common? all diarists Anne only 13 i too was a child
diarist Ashkenazi un-holocausted
my diaries were hidden under my bed and later inside the giant
hole a crazy bitch poodle (father’s designation for Dilly) carved
into the side of the bed
also in the hole my stash of black hash a fair-sized piece nibbled off
of a giant slab belonging to my BIG BRO i was given the smell test
by father who unwrapped the tarryblackblock oh so carefully
BIG BRO’s bestie Howard Cohen had brought it back from an African
safari pre-law school what is it Ape? father queried i sniffed
i gawked my druggie friends had ounces NOT keys!
gee dad what is it?! looks like liquorice OK she doesn’t know what it is
it was that easy! my mattress hole a cornucopia where mother regularly
found my diaries and thought the hashish liquorice she a true innocent
until winged at 98
mother read said books in horror and i was often pistol-whipped in the end
i needed to invent a code each letter of the alphabet turned hieroglyphic with
pilfered pics from same bros Playboys illuminating my manuscripts
there was Barbie Benton lushboobs brown verdant venus +Dorothy Stratton
later murdered by a sadist simpler days in the bosom of my family jazz wafting
reeferburns on Art Shoppe couch
giant mastiff beside father
often teaching him to speak
my parents walk on water
my bro on golden cleats
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Fall 2024 ..for Anne .. June 1929 Frankfurt – February 1954 Bergen Belsen
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