Brief Interviews with Forgotten Underwear Models
She had a face like boiling milk, according to her principal
biographers, Briggs & Stratton. She once said, I’m not the type to dissolve
into a handful of asterisks tossed over some man’s bed. She once said, You’ll
never find me combing the grass blades of any lawn in a northwesterly
direction. On the outskirts of the small Tennessee town where she was born &
raised, there’s still a gas pump dedicated to her memory. One day, we’ll all
eat teriyaki on the beach without despair as the sky unrolls above us like a
clean blue papyrus. She points to a blank spot in the distance and says
wistfully, I used to be a hieroglyphic there once.
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