by Brian McCloskey
Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a while. Attaches to a counter by suction. But it often takes decades. I was wearing a black short dress and white pantyhose. I wear sexy lingerie just to walk around my room and sleep in. You keep nasty chips. You have to be careful, very careful of her lips. I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils. Tomorrow I am going alone a long way. I always tell that joke when I'm dying. Ghosts can't eat fish. Be near me, my destroyer, my lover. My love can't be explained in words. My hands were swollen from frostbite and I could barely hold the chalk. I'm not the one who ate confetti. They believe in cowardice and sandwiches. Sonnets are wet. I shall not see the shadows. I have wasted my life. She knows how to turn a pair of pants into small boots for mice. He would wait for the chicken to cut it. My husband has a huge fetish for stockings and pantyhose and always likes me to wear them. I despise a flogging rooster. Shine sun; burn, fire; breathe, air; and ease me. Where were we before the monkey came in? A plastic rhinoceros jumped on my knee. Somewhere in the world a helicopter exists. Her breasts were breathless in the little room. I like seeing girls in tights and stockings a lot. They try to make sense of the grapefruit and the dynamite. The owner lady had her used pantyhose on her bed.