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{invasion} jeffrey allen cheek by jowl, elizabeth hangs off as the wont of her flesh, a shucked snake-skin coat limply clinging to her coatrack of aerated marrow. i rotor-spin machine, an overly-dextrous auto-walker swinging a skeleton around in a pendulum waltz. i finger her heavy gold ring her entire hand’s weight, and shift a midsummering iris to the beset indian jewel protruding as much as the front of my pants. i only have to close my eyes and they’ll flicker with crescendo, the queen swelling into the air with a rise in the strings. someone mumbles something like “fairy” and i think about earlier, fooling around with cupid behind the servant’s quarters. i promised him a child, but when he closed his eyes, i filled them with nails and broken glass. he of course still shot and missed wild, but the dart landed in an oak’s stump up in the north country, still well within the borders of the kingdom. i left the devil groping in the darkness for his quiver, and headed into the party. |
