" i feel
like a loop of the last eight frames of film
before a slow motion lee harvey oswald
gets shot in the gut and killed,
alone putting three coins into a washing machine
next to a caulked cracked wall
in the basement on fairmount street"
"how did i get so unlucky?"he thought as he stood toes edged close to the river, just inches away really. he couldn't do it though. she was swimming in the river topless, and he could manage to even stick a toe in. the night before, they were lying in bed and she'd asked "what are you afraid of?"
ok. this is going somewhere but i am tired and have to work in the morning, so i will leave it at this pile of nothing for now.
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