he got stoned on jimsonweed  thrice itll make you say that  

                                                                              stoned  

                       is not accurate

a.k.a. alias  Datura stramonium  if someone wanted to pull up their pants and get fancy

there was nothing fancy about high on Datura

                                                                                                    high  

        is not accurate

Mary he was trying to get in Marys pants returned from California from a trip expressly to cop some jimsonweed seedpods  Damn things grow on the roadside she said  free for the taking.

she took what she could carry

We chew on this she said an he chewed on that gnarly quartered seed pod asif it was Marys clit  chewed on it asif he could eat his way into her hearthe was all-in We chew she said until nothing’s left. Then we swallow.

bitter

       tastes bitter as . .  aposiopesis                                                                                                 

once upon a time he might have said it tasted as bitter as . . ass  but hes had ass since  

                                                                                             and ass he had wasnt bitter 

hed leave it  tastes as bitter as . .

he watched Marys jaws work and work and work and he chewed and chewed and chewed keeping up with her

she said she had jimson before

along the way they suffered some fuckin hilarious retches tearsintheeyes guttural gags   made the gnawing fun

finally Mary looked him in the eyesher eyes yet teary and grabbed a cane-weaved bottle of red wine by the neck and gulped itswallowing the thoroughlymasticated seed pod

she handed the bottle to him

he followed her in kind the wine was good he didnt drink much wine she brought it up out of her fathers cellar they wouldnt have known a good wine from a bad one but they figured her father did

it certainly helped alleviatewash away the caustic bitterness in their mouths

Mary sat back on the couch 

                                          Could you throw more wood on the fire? It’s outside.

she was an angler

he was a fish

the room was darker

she loved firelight

Be happy to he said Right back

Outside

            Where

Generous hint

he felt something inside his head at his peripheralhis temple  peeking at him  yellow eyes blink  blink

if he was to stack wood where would he stacked it

nothing in the yard

Hmm

Hey yelloweyes   

Where would you stack wood

yelloweyes just kept staring blink  the eyes were beginning to look alien

Marys old man was fastidious a dentist he was pretty sure her old man knew when he and Mary liberated some nitrous oxide at his office after hours

                                       hed keep wood under cover

three car garage

back of the yard

probably used one as a bay

kept wood

he tried turning towards yelloweyes it avoided him Heyman Why didnt you think of the garage shesh Aint got a brain behind that ugly kisser

    Fuck

          he quit glancing at his peripheral  he gathered a heavy armload of wood  maybe Mary would be better with yelloweyes than he  she was kind thoughtful understanding 

yelloweyes oozed out of his head and hungweighty across his shoulders like a stole 

as he walked back to the house up a narrow sidewalk along a hedgerow the hedges Eewed and leaned away from himthey ruffled their branches like feathersEeew 

EEW Thats all they got

in the livingroom after carefully placing the wood of the stone hearth he didnt remember opening the door

Mary 

Yeah, Joe.

I think I walked through the door to get it

Yeah. Through the door. Why not? Why wouldnt the door be courteous, it’s atoms separating. a brother needed help; helped him out. Gotta think the door used less energy letting you pass through it than swinging itself open and shut again.

The door’s shut, yah?

Ill look . .

. . Look from here.

he looked

the door was shut tight and locked

it was he and Mary for the rest of the night

he watched the fire

it was entrancing

he watched the livingroom window crawl up on the ceiling like a spider 

                                                                           and looking out through it he saw the outside shudder freeze glare shudderthen twist churn move asif he was watching clothes turn in a washer at a laundromat  then the window crept to a corner of the ceiling and began to inflate swell a clinging bubble  its belly distending descending towards him fisheye he saw his funnyhouse reflection in

he wanted to touch it

when he reached for itthat portion closest his hand recoiled  it dimpled  it Kirk Douglas chinned 

Sensitive 

he heard the wordthe voice

it didnt sound like him

Mary

it didnt sound like her

Sensesitive

            that sounded like him

the window shrank and hung in the corner the fire reflecting off it

he thought he threw a log on it from where he waswhere was he  on the couch beside Mary she had taken off her clothes she was playing with herself she didnt seem to mind that he was watching or the window either from the corner Why didnt he think of jackin off Yelloweyes You  Fuck   You are braindead

Sensitive

         that sounded like her

she gulped gulpedgasped

he shifted onto his belly on his elbowsbetweenherlegs 
                                                         and watched 

she brought herself nearly to a frenzythen stopped  panted panted  pant  pant panted

when her breathing calmed she went after herself again 

once she looked down over the top of her jiggling tits at him 

she smiled 

then her eyes went off somewhere rolled back in her head

he looked up

the window wasnt up in the corner

it returned to where it belonged

he put another log on the fire 

from where he was

Huh

he looked back to Mary 

You said something

her pussy smiled

but didnt repeat herself

she blew him kisses

he blew kisses back to her

a tall house plant that had been to his elbow when he sat sighed and laid across his back 

to watch Marys pussy and fingers too

it wasnt heavywasnt a distraction

it was warm however

and wrapped like a tamale he became sleepy

he woke in the morningsun coming through the window  spooned with Mary she was naked shivered her skin goosebumps she pulled his arm over her like a blanket

he gripped her tithis wristforearm across the other her nipples swelled her goosebumps shrank she warmed

he craned his head to look at the clock on the end table above their heads

the hands were doubledthe numbers doubled  the clock a doubleexposure

he closed his eyes

the doubling made him slightly nauseous

he clutched Marys tit harder grounding  pleasurable

the nausea receded


                                    as he fell back to sleep he sensed the livingroom window creeping up on them

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