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"Thorn and Cockleburr"
Copyright 2000 J. N. Foster
So I decided to buy myself a breast and
move to California. I wanted to perch on a
lawnmower, smell toxic fumes from nailpolish removers and
wait till my shrink said I was sane.
Boiled spaghetti settled around my neck. Chained by bad
cooking, I smiled like a fancy napkin and served
catered cuisine with apricots when my Mum
dropped by. Still maintaining my sanity was a pleasurable
pastime, Dickens laughed at all my jokes but I refused to
hear him. Rain fell in a rhyme scheme of ABBA,
I licked the tarmac and watched out for nosy
at least they never left their window open so I
could watch them fucking at 4 p.m.
I did not scream at the caterpillar for killing my rose.
My shrink nods. I shrink. You shrink. She shrink.
These days you can walk into a place and buy breasts,
move to California with nothing but bad
spaghetti. What a world. I wish Charles Dickens
Copyright 2000 Pooja Mittal
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