Issue 14
Hope
Darby Larson
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Saturday Morning
My gut is begging me to purge midnight snacks. I drink black coffee and read the morning paper.
Coffee: Black bitter tar. No sugar please. No cream thanks. No substitutes of sugar or cream or whatever the hell else. Just black paint to dye my choppers dirt yellow. To seep into my roots like molasses in my veins.
The Morning Paper: North Korea is pointing nukes at us. Looks like the economy is bottoming. The newspaper ink imprints my fingertips, my capillaries and spreads like violence in my brain. Spreads like napalm.
I watch my baby girls stagger in half asleep, blonde hair in all directions from windy dreams. They sit on the carpet, shoulder to shoulder, orange juice and cartoons.
Orange Juice: Citrus nectar fills their tummies until a gasp for air. Lips glowing, glistening orange with pulp slivers. A jet stream of vitamin C to the bloodstream. Healthy cells parading down Main Street in clown suits.
Cartoons: Whimsical tales with elastic primary color characters. Heroes and villians and sidekicks and lunatics. Bonks on heads and tweety birds, knights and wizards, forests and fairies.
~Darby Larson
Darby Larson has had literature published online at Insolent Rudder, Eclectica, and Eyeshot, among others. He tinkers with a website here: http://www.geocities.com/pseudoflux
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