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In companion with the exhibition: Jonathan Butt and Mernet Larsen
ANYTHING EXCEPT CHARMING by Alan Gilbert
The only naps I take are in the morning after a night spent choking on stars. Sometimes people go missing; other times it’s me. Still, it’s a lonely life for being so crowded, or else it takes a club member to get you in. Each backyard or nearby field contained a small oil well guarded by a dingo wearing lopsided bunny ears. Inside, you can hear the sound of crickets chirping, as talk show hosts interview hospice workers.
On the table is a box of disposable gloves used to serve cafeteria food. Deckhands dodge a wildly swaying mainsail while paralyzed from the neck up after long days at the office stacking wooden pallets. In archery class, I badly overshot every target, and generally stumbled onto the ecstatic, just as it’s anything except charming to answer the door naked and waving a piece of bacon.
(Originally published in Late in the Antenna Fields [Futurepoem, 2011].)
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