A kiddypool filled with gartersnakes in Il’s friend Jon’s
backyard beyond her family’s half of duplex. Thumbing off
their heads, his eyes on them, Jon’s dad glossolaliaed. The world
at once rugous vellum, verrucous coction, veins unpuzzling.
It was not blood that issued. It had never been.
I’ve seen the great beyond, Il wrote hotelled wellpaid, the couple
prepping in the adjacent room (rowetting rowetting
each eve the epitasis), nineteenth birthday spent. Although
Its opposite the only word for It is Death…(Extant)…(Lucifer)…
She entered lacy smiling and as if a humanbeing.