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Revenge is a Dish
“One last slide before you go?”
I’m halfway down when the guiderope snaps off my sled.
“Yes!” she shouts.
Goodbye, Amy. Hello, tree.
I dreamt of melting her her cold, cold heart.
Now I have a soggy mess on my hands.
Struts, peers, jabs, making life hell for frogs.
A turtle with a taste for heron feet exacts divine retribution.
We dance in thunderstorms, fill our hats with liquid silver, laughing as it dissolves.
Are we in love?
“Kiss?” Lipstick colonizes her wrinkles.
Ugh! I can’t touch her again. I can’t.
Well, just once. Her neck snaps. Ring, watch, cash…. Not a dead loss.
A him hummer and a mama hummer
make three mini hummers
and a summer.
“Jill and Ben went to pick some corn for supper.”
“Been gone long enough.”
They came back engaged.
“Yep. Just about long enough.”
“Sure she’s asleep?”
“Sure. And left this window up.”
A foot eases in– onto next door’s cat, marauding for mice.
Alarm? I should say so!
Canoes can capsize. A guy hit his head and drowned last year.
“Want to rent a canoe?” I ask.
Time corrodes the leaves. Soon, the year will crumble into dust.
This is all built up, now. It used to be so nice.
That was a long time ago. Before I Spoke. Before I Was God.
Children, chicks and chubsters.
Johnny Depp, where are you when I need you?
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