But what butwha
theirs was an
inspiredan enthusiastic gossipkibitz about a mutual acquaintance like a couple of old broads college professors volleying about a
packrat a recluse one holding court the other cravin his words enthralled
Theres a strange air about him .
.
. . Yes yes . .
.
. a certain mood a sense . .
. . There is yes butwha . .
.
. a presence an emanation . .
. . Yes but what What What
is itwha
they suspended their flurry some women walking past eyeballed their jabber they were being very unmanly
it wasnt until four days later
“four
days later . . he called (him) at home at one in the morning to whisper
helpfully in (his) ear, ‘He looks like a man who finds dead bodies erotic.'”
that was itwasnt it yes
that was it exactly
that was it exactly
he read that as he walked on the street there
were no sidewalks in this historic Old Town neighborhood
the book in both his hands went
down an slapped against his thighs his
laughter explodedthrowing his head back
a bird a romantic soul could have shit down his throat the harhars kept comin an
comincomin he stood shy of an
intersection several cars came an
stopped an proceeded passing before him an beside him he was oblivioussaw neither the vehicles or
drivers he just laughed
a man who finds dead bodies erotic stuck in his brainforming in his
eyes he wouldnt waste his time on errant traffic
what would that man look like
he remembered an Anais Nin story of a young man who found a young woman
drowned at the edge of a river quay he
pulled her from the water her clothes
disheveled an at remove skirt above
her hips
her sex her mouth dribbled water
he turned her over
firm buttocks
he turned her back
her lips were red
not palenot ghostwhite like her
flesh
her lips were red
they parted
seductively
he gaspedclosed her mouth with his hand
looked deeply into her face
sleep he couldnt help
himself holding her head her jaw he kissed her
she didnt taste like the seawater
that encroached at the rivers mouth
he kissed her again her mouth yield softly to himwas soft under
his mouth
she
gaspedhe heard her gasp
he parted her lips
he kissed her lips
he slipped inside hershe gasped he
thrustshe gasped she
constrictedhe felt her he thrust thrust her head rolled side to side he
thrusted groanedah an came
her head rolled to one side
her lips had faded
spent he pulled out of her he
dribbled on her thigh her skin was as
opaque as his cum
her lips her lips she
she was dead
1437, Friday,
2 2. 18
1012, Saturday,
3 2. 18
