he put an unwashed carrot to his mouth
like a .38 wondered
if
he played Russian roulette
thought of from where they grew
Mary contraryMarys silver bells and cockleshells phosphorus nitrogen potassium calcium boron
compost
crossed
his fingers coffee grounds too
wouldnt think an unwashed carrot was as risky as say chicken
salmonella
Simon
says
carrote
garrote
ligature
Gads
going off his rocker
humouring himself
casually playing with words
by his choice
no ones around
no one to affect his solitude solicitude
desperately critical
hes criticised
family what
few friends
but they didnt know or wouldnt want to know
what he did
he couldnt blame them
this has been
his path since thats
of no matter
his purpose was himselfnot
selfishly or greedily
contending with himself was a fucking handful
he
spared
them
pulled the trigger not much
grit crunchy tasty
colour orange reminded
him of carrotsof the young carrots he snuck over and pilfered from old lady
Grishams garden
when she caught him she beat him with a
broom until he escaped over her loosened wire fence into the ash alleyway
his mother and grandmother were friends
with old lady Grisham
she never once ratted him
out
apparently
their private little
game
2122, Tuesday,
29 4. 25
1249, Thursday,
1 5. 25
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