Play The Piano Drunk Like A Percussion Instrument Until The Fingers Begin To Bleed A Bit - Plot & Excerpts
it’s muggy, like they say, I can’t breathe, have crapped and read the sports pages, opened the refrigerator looked at a piece of purple meat, tossed it back in. the place to find the center is at the edge that pounding in the sky is just a water pipe vibrating. terrible things inch in the walls; cancer flowers grow on the porch; my white cat has one eye torn away and there are only 7 days of racing left in the summer meet. the dancer never arrived from the Club Normandy and Jimmy didn’t bring the hooker, but there’s a postcard from Arkansas and a throwaway from Food King: 10 free vacations to Hawaii, all I got to do is fill out the form. but I don’t want to go to Hawaii. I want the hooker with the pelican eyes brass belly-button and ivory heart. I take out the piece of purple meat drop it into the pan. then the phone rings. I fall to one knee and roll under the table. I remain there until it stops. then I get up and turn on the radio.
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