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bone soup.

Posted in words by Lara Crombie on December 12, 2009

You’ve left Dorothy in chiffon and beaten. Last year the magazines extended your subscription for being a valued customer. Daily vitamins are stored in moisture resistant canisters and sweaters are packed with mothballs. You’ve eaten in your closet with the sweaters. Sandwiches, alone, and a nursery rhyme about pretty maids in a row. They say “bone soup.” There’s an Asian root shaped like a heart. Tragic stories lack bathroom scenes. You say fucking feels alliterative, Tetris blocks falling at increasing speed. You’ve held babies and lost orgasms. Faith, blanched. TV’s on. The ocean never looked bigger.


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  1. Ralph said, on December 12, 2009 at 6:08 pm

    this is great.

  2. Lara Crombie said, on December 13, 2009 at 1:11 pm

    thanks, ralph.

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