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Torso Flashbacks

Not to be confused with acid flashbacks, tequiza flashbacks,
Urban, rural, or academic flashbacks.
Chalkboards juxtaposed over chalkboards and again
beaches of sand that are double exposed over beaches of rock that expose my inertia
forest fire mountains exposed and doubled over desert neons and their bathtubs
Hair a darker shade,
(foreshadowing)
now.
Slices of cheese

Thrown onto the back of the monster.
Of the dying sparrow.
I swallowed.
It creeps up on me
Something that's been taken off the back burner;
remembering you have cigarettes in your pocket and you could have
one, if you wanted to.
Yes, I swallowed with practiced ease
the tides of remembered sensory
deprivation.
Titillation.
The repeated realization of
How Powerful it must have been.
Tan his stretch marks were.
Much they resembled
primordial scars
On the back of an underserving Deva.

Maybe if I
slide
this hair tie .74 inches further down my wrist?
Maybe, if I part my hair on the left, today.
I wonder if the length of my sleeves
Conveys the right balance of contempt for society,
and good skills in bed.
I wonder if the design of my eyeglasses conveys both an aptitude for wood match tempers and a need to be touched.
I wonder if you can tell by looking that a man's age means nothing to me.
If people can tell by looking
I'm from Lake Michigan
and that I'm a liar
and I'm trying to quit.
Or if that man crossing the street
looks like my father on purpose.