That’s the goal. To open it
one more crack.
Bathe in the woosh.
Fire it back.
Not to be Superman.
But to stick our heads
into the place
where the idea of Superman came from
and then wriggle out
trout
in teeth.
Woosh
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4 responses to “Woosh”
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yup
like that
there
it just happened
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Your stuff has been getting odder, but in a compelling way. When this happened to Philip K. Dick, they called it a series of small strokes. I’m going to call it just another interesting twist in the ongoing mystery that is Cecil Vortex.
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love that, love trout as well, though I never had some
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my most memorable trout: scout trip, age 11 or 12 or so. I don’t remember who caught it, which is nice. Was it me? Mighta been. Anyways, we cooked it up ourselves on an open fire. Spiced with a few snap packets of salt. Snap. Yum.
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