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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3809 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Warsaw Motel Graeme Mullen (for Elliot Smith) I. Out the back of the motel I found a raccoon, a tiny frozen gargoyle—he had trailed blood in a red line through the snow; It looked like a rope, like he had all the trees in tow. II. Rocking between the bedposts you spilled the glass of wine on your white dress. I walked in, thought, my god, she’s been stabbed in the chest. Later on that night the concierge confessed, “Round these parts, you know, wouldn’t be too far fetched.” III. Down in the lounge they have bloodless heads, all kinds on the walls. “Taxiderney,” you said, but I didn’t hear it then— Too many other broken jaws for me to notice yours. |
