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KJ lives in Orange County, California, with his wild dog, Mr. Bear. He spends
his time at a local library cutting shit he likes out of the
newspaper. In coming months you will see his work in the following
places: Yellow Mama, Grey Sparrow Press, The Houston Literary Review,
House of Horror, and Oysters and Chocolate. Find his blog here:
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Facts Rendered Impersonal |
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Someone told me they made a left,
and they thought they might have
seen me crossing at a crosswalk.
Who looks at someone mid-crossing?
Why did not they stop and chat?
Or at least provide some idle conversation?
It would have been easier than trying to brush me off
with their windshield wipers, and that passive
aggressive water squirt that helps nothing.
O, but who has the time in all this traffic?
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The moon leers with
a crozzled shard of a
doll's eye in a mangle
of a yellowing socket
on the flat, black back
of a cookie-gravel road;
or perhaps my blind faith
in visine is starting to make
non-believers of the irises
I can't appreciate right now.
"What are you looking at?" |
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