he had to push to
one side or the other or remove 4X6 photosnaps in order to get to the books on
his studio bookshelf his three-volume
set of Mark Twains autobiography Umberto Eco David Foster Wallaces Infinite
Jest considered his magnum opus
which stood happily beside Berkeley
Breatheds Bloom Countys Opus the Penguin
Anwhynot
if he was literature or a
comicbook or porn hed be happy and righteous standing besideabreast his leafy
page-numbered brethren and soulmates
he wanted to get at Consider the
Lobster but recognised he had to wash his handshis fingernails to remove any
scabparticles or moist blood from picking them
Lobster was a first edition
Would you quit picking.
Would you leave me alone
You keep picking at your scabs, you’ll
scar.
Do you think I care My skins smooth scabs are like scales like Im a lizard a snake a fish besides I like the small pain from picking them
theyll help me manage larger pains I know are
coming down the pike Im mighty careless throw my body around
Are you admitting something?
You’re upsetting me.
Maw I think being an athlete
requires a prescribed sense of masochism obviously a sense of sadism inflicting what pain you can on an opponent
See wholl back down So plucking scabs is an satisfying
appetizer a prelim to bigger better
things
Better? How better?
If I get the better of them
2337, Reggae Friday, 25 6.
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