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Show Alibi I was treading on yellow primroses in their limestone beds. I was eating langoustines and saffron fettuccine with my fingers. I was learning not to smile at strangers. I was jaywalking. I was hanging out the window waiting for lightning to strike. I was having tooth #12 drilled to death. I was up to my elbows in buckwheat. I was charmed. I was pumicing my heels. I was apologizing for my government. I was lost in Reverdy. I was listening to the sunset. I was mispronouncing the names of my cousins. I was shown the old slaughterhouse by some cats. I was practicing being blind, cobblestones under my soles. I was buying poisons whose labels I couldn't read. I was massaging my thumbs. I was drinking liqueur made from the dead poet's family recipe. I was using the clock tower of St. Joseph's to tell time. I was allowing boiled dough to rise in my stomach. I was making a list of famous syphilitics. I was comparing egg yolks to pumpkins. I was thinking about Flaubert putting in commas, then taking them out. I was planning the next time I could travel here and wrap solitude around me like cashmere. |
