he grabbed the clipboard that leaned
against the desk beside his leg where he sat to examine the next idea he might
pursue ShitNADA in his balls-to-the-wall creative flurry he didnt
see he exhausted his penned notions
naked blushing
white paper met his eye
Fuck!
he set the clipboard down and
began rummaging through scraps of scribblings to his left on his desk
random jigsawed entries words phrases particles
glimpses
if Doctor Frankenstein could stitch
together a monster from loose tissue then why couldnt he hed toss the disparate pieces into the agar
petri dish of his skull and see what might take root
an as he began one scribble stuck
out from the oddballs vukojebina circled
in red beneath it he noted Serbian
end
of story
he didnt write
down where he found it he did note page
229though page 229 from where he hadnt a
clue the scrap was dated two years earlier he read incessantly it could have been from a book an article essay
online article a magazine or journal or revealed in a text interview
two years ago
he read scifi science history politics economics literary theoryfuck he didnt have a
clue from where it surfaced
beneath vukojebina he wrote
“where wolves fuck”
beneath it he wrote bumfuck
nowhere
written without quotation marks
bumfuck nowhere was hishe heard
it somewhere
yet who
knew in Serbian vukojebina meant the same
Serbs and Americans
brothers and sisters
speaking for himself hed happily fuck
where wolves fuck
1816, Monday,
27 8. 18
1011, Day-between-Two-Ts, 25 11.
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Classic IV
Spooky https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qpo9KZYJ4sA
