lady day...

that if it is God than he should call back later...
...though Claudia speaks of the room, where
she is the smell is poignant, and she receives calls
from Him...
...we walk fast down the long stretch of hallway,
fatalistic ideals tighten around the mass of unspoken
words elected towards the frontal lobe, the voices sound
before passing the room with her sat inside on the
phone, now joined by a flamingo... its pink glowing in
the scream of lonely figure on the shiny black
phone...receiver held with mouth opened wide...
MOUTHS
...like a real poem Pica has scrawled a series
of words on an envelope perhaps to Dictionary
later...
...taxidermist...
...rhododendrons...
...nympho...
...undulations...
...mastodons...
...masticate...
...caboose...
...demiurge...
...unknowingly to her, these were her very
last words written, and the skin of not truly
acknowledging the true meaning of so many words
is moreso swelling by the last word, which is
another word for god, i thought, though we never
ventured onto the subject... there our naked soul
lays, i muttered, staring at the piece of paper...
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