fiction to post { 10.30.16 I can’t see

The streets are …

uhm (arrow to); those tiny things are good; you need

two beat her;

her & her;

you know              not you and somebody

when you think somebody has just else;

taken a show-er / ba, th            the view shows

and you’re free to smell the       a street that doesn’t

air; more than you were             exist   she

before; but when you                  creams

smell ;      you duck                    and somebody

your                                               pukes he

head; and cover your nose and          makes

mouth; to hide from them         a fake

stench of no-bath; but they look though he

we                                                   can’t make

anything where nobody

but him succeeds

oh god

I can’t

breathe.}

 

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