Sometimes a moment contains so much
of itself it begins to multiply. A beetle lands
on an entomology book, then scuttles
towards The White Album. At any moment
there are at least twelve assholes reading On the Road
on the road and some lovers talk about fucking
while they fuck. Remember that time
we drank champagne in the Jacuzzi?
she says, sipping a nipple into the bubbles,
turning up the jets. The meditation student
breathes and attempts to think of nothing
but his breath. A backseat, gum-toothed child
fidgets the ancient song: are we there yet
are we there — yet there we are. Passing billboard
after billboard: YOUR AD HERE or a blankness
that echoes the prairie. A town called
Meadow Glade. A roadside diner
decorated with pictures of roadside diners.
Nose-to-nose you can see your eyes
in her iris and nothing else but you are here
now you have here right now you are here
of itself it begins to multiply. A beetle lands
on an entomology book, then scuttles
towards The White Album. At any moment
there are at least twelve assholes reading On the Road
on the road and some lovers talk about fucking
while they fuck. Remember that time
we drank champagne in the Jacuzzi?
she says, sipping a nipple into the bubbles,
turning up the jets. The meditation student
breathes and attempts to think of nothing
but his breath. A backseat, gum-toothed child
fidgets the ancient song: are we there yet
are we there — yet there we are. Passing billboard
after billboard: YOUR AD HERE or a blankness
that echoes the prairie. A town called
Meadow Glade. A roadside diner
decorated with pictures of roadside diners.
Nose-to-nose you can see your eyes
in her iris and nothing else but you are here
now you have here right now you are here
Caylin Capra-Thomas author site
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