I love you he said but saying it took twenty years so it was like listening to mountains grow. I love you she says fifty times into a balloon then releases the balloon into a room whose volume she calculated to fit the breath it would take to read the complete works of Charlotte Bronte aloud. Someone else pours green dust into the entryway and puts rice paper on the floor. The door is painted black. On the clothesline shirttails snap above the berserk daffodils. Hoagland says you've got to plunge the sword into the charging bull. You've got to sew yourself into a suit of light. For the vacuum tube, it's easy, just heat the metal to incandescence and all that dark energy becomes radiance. A kind of hatching, syntactic and full of buzz. No contraindications, no laws forbidding buying gin on Sundays. No if you're pregnant, if you're operating heavy machinery because who isn't towing the scuttled tonnage of some self? Sometimes just rubbing her feet is enough. Just putting out a new cake of soap. Sure, the contents are under pressure and everyone knows that last step was never intended to bear any weight but isn't that why we're standing there? Ripples in her hair, I love you she hollers over the propellers. Yellow scarf in mist. When I planted all those daffodils, I didn't know I was planting them in my own chest. Play irretrievably with the lid closed, Satie wrote on the score. But Hoagland says he's sick of opening the door each morning not on diamonds but piles of coal, and he's sick of being responsible for the eons of pressure needed and the sea is sick of being responsible for the rain, and the river is sick of the sea. So the people who need the river to float waste to New Jersey throw in antidepressants. So the river is still sick but nervous now too, its legs keep thrashing out involuntarily, flooding going concerns, keeping the president awake. So the people throw in beta-blockers to make it sleep which it does, sort of, dreaming it's a snake again but this time with fifty heads belching ammonia which is nothing like the dreams it once had of children splashing in the blue of its eyes. So the president gets on the airways with positive vectors and vows to give every child a computer but all this time, behind the podium, his penis is shouting, Put me in, Coach, I can be the river! So I love you say the flashbulbs but then the captions say something else. I love you says the hammer to the nail. I love Tamescha someone sprays across the For Sale sign. So I tell Hoagland it's a fucked-up ruined world in such palatial detail, he's stuck for hours on the phone. Look at those crows, they think they're in on the joke and they don't love a thing. They think they have to be that black to keep all their radiance inside. I love you the man says as his mother dies so now nothing ties him to the earth, not fistfuls of dirt, not the silly songs he remembers singing as a child. I love you I say meaning lend me twenty bucks. Anonymous submission.
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