my final quarters will be: 84 x 28 x 23 or thereabouts
..fate guides the willing but drags the unwilling..(Cleanthes 300 BC)
..if you resist becoming conscious fate will take you kicking and
screaming EVERYWHERE (C.G. Jung 1957 CE)
why is downsizing so apocalyptic to the newly aged? fired from
a cannon into the hardcoldworld days numbered mysterious hairs
sprout on a girl’s face
a sweet nephew has already put in dibs on plucking them shame i
placed my Bubba’s chicken-pluckers into her 98 yr. old daughter’s
casket forgetting that not only would i never see my mother’s body again
i would never see said chicken-pluckers or her yellow catseye
sunglasses mother met her Maker as she lived a stylinbitch
with witchy tendencies
yesterday poet went to sign her lease on life away an old
(somewhat) spiffed up apartment on the way husband #3
assured her: i am inches from a psychosis
what she really wanted to do was BOLT bolt the doors
bolt herself into the past in a 5 story townhouse laden
with detritus +dustmite deshabille
time to flee! yet there in the distance the dirty picaresque
windows (a sales feature they dangle for 7k a month) OH THE
VIEW IS TO DIE FOR! revealed 6 tiny birch trees
fragile
pure
cold
+lost
just like me
downsize this motherfuckers after a lifetime spent clutching
furniture +your dead father’s blue deckshoes you come to realize
that you cannot refuse the final box
whose feature sheet promises:
darkness
sweet silencio
+numerous
furryfriends
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Winter 2025 ..after nirvana..
songanddancegirl 