finding faulkner once more
serpentine tussle
tugging and alluring
how heavenly sinister
and uncertain
something so cloaked
and contained
characters climbing
falling flat fumble
black and white
living dying death
love at last
a jump out a window
forever planted
snake charmer decoder
long mysterious tails
one to another
distant dark collusion
i can’t put the book down light in august
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magpie tales 102 photo: Wassily Kandinsky Red Spot II 1921
clearly seen from the backseat of the old blue chevy the movie was going to be something i was not going to remember. thankful for salty buttered popcorn and coveted condoms we decided to enjoy the evening stars and serenading moon in the fully clothed fury of our youth. the passing poster had advertised something about an old southern family written by faulkner who somehow knew the intimate details of life gone wrong in the illusion of walking shadows grasping for breath. briefly distracted from the hands and eyes that began to wander to the intimate softness of my delicate ingenue, i was suddenly aware; quickly realizing he had shifted into overdrive and soon the show would be over before i ate my portion. too soon for him and too late for me, innocent guilt reflected on our inexperienced faces as we tried to smile the disappointment away. recovering quickly we separated to own thoughts and watched benjy’s silence in the dimness of a faraway first night’s experience.
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three word wednesday, this week’s offer: fury, guilt, thankful; six sentences
photo: Maureen Bond, flickr
