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Love and Fresh Underwear

Like a gale force wind it sweeps you away and deposits you in a foreign realm.


But you have no papers.


No papers.


And if they find you out they’ll lock you away forever.


In solitary confinement.


Solitary confinement.


And they’ve lost your luggage in which you had packed your wit and reason.


And change of underwear.


Of underwear.


Your disorientation reminds you that you’ve never been to the Orient and how it feels.


To be kicked in the balls.


The balls.


Learning a new language and rules ever changing. Lead then follow then lead again.  Ill equipped for either so instead.


You take in the sights.


The sights.


A terrain so treacherous and marshy that each misstep might be your last while skies darken.


With a new storm.


New storm.


Her thumb on the scale as she calculates the price of her affection in a strange currency consisting.


Entirely of change.


Of change.


You pay the price without argument because at least the pain.


Feels like something.


Like something.

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  1. March 28, 2013 at 11:10 am

    A new format for you. Measured urgency–driving with the brake only partially engaged.

    • March 28, 2013 at 11:32 am

      More like a car about to stall. Got a Leo Kottke inspired cadence in my head I’m trying to deal with.
      Sent from my BlackBerry device from Cincinnati Bell Wireless

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