Sunday, June 5, 2016

Excerpt! and a picture of Czech goulash

1- Cramped plane ride - the more I carry to amuse myself, the more I’d like to wedge my left foot in the armpit of the passenger in front of me. There’s something for everyone with trans-cultural meal choices. Carry on. There is very little chance of the plane crashing. Freedom might make me crazy. Currency equations cool this room ahead of time. I can afford to be self-indulgent. Hello Channing Tatum elf- the travel benzos do not make you intelligible. My feet, my impossible feet. ATM trans-currency math. There is no such thing as a ‘g-string emergency.’ Ravage this land too. Waste is a sign of prosperity.

2- My complicated body 
a blue vulva
to submit
acid talkative
sacrifice to the gods 
re-calibrate
suck corncob for 
ten minutes even rain 
in the umbrella
Just one dude/dude couple in
the northern most parallelogram 
A blue flower
in the fish spa. 
Four blind flutes, data overage 
Read the label 
Little Twin Star 
let the air out
this future clusterfuck
emotional petri dish. 
Oh but white people! 
Mister hipster beard 
by bowls of bad American R&B 
a blue scoop of ice cream 
Whisper three words
some sexiness serves my 
pizza kilogram
The bros are British 
tongue lay the nail dance 
Celadon stomach howdy
ruddy jaw 
clank promotes religion
a frantic florid lubricant
Seedlack tax system
more shut up 
my knitting entrance fee


2- I’m supposed to walk occasionally to avoid DVTs. Hopefully my lung won’t explode because I can’t say ‘my lung exploded’ in Thai and that’s probably not the kind of thing you can just tell by looking at someone. Some quirky American Director can film me dying to the Scooby Doo theme song. Two thumbs up for the toilet. Bidets everywhere. I’m marginally well-traveled. I can squat like a pro. Elastic shoes cradle my need to know cities on my soles. Antibiotics for stomach bug. Blisters.  I’m a bigger asshole than usual. Just in case of malaria.


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