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beer run
by Chris Brandt Up out of beer posters burgeon young women at deli, bodega, convenience store – I am transfixed by their nearly naked breasts and by smiles that promise if I buy their beer
I get to . . .
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stoned,
by Chris Brandt stoned, sitting farting on the head, I stare at the cover of a matchbook – blue-green, on one side the logo of Winston Cigarettes, on the other, ‘When we say, “No Boundaries” we mean it.’ What? No boundaries? Each match herein bears possible arson. No boundaries? All the matches at once an accident, too fast. No boundaries? Cilia clog with tars in millions of lungs - no boundaries?
Profit above all - no boundaries? |
