You weigh,
easily,
more than a horse
even with one leg
sawed off at the knee,
the obscene ham
protruding
from your cutoff sweats
on the seat of your wheelchair;
it flops from side to side,
flailing, dodging the drool
(failing)
that drips
from the gaping space
where your smile would be
if you had teeth.
"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
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22 July 2010
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