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Joan Didion
sits in the corner chain smoking our anxiety vibrates on the same plane "a babysitter once told me that my daughter had death in her aura" i tell her i know your story she stares me down asks me "so what's new in the whiskey business?" i know him too and point to the angel of death who lights her umpteenth cigarette she stands up does a slow tap dance like the little man in twin peaks i look down and i am laura palmer in black light my words come out backwards i choke on secrets cough up black ants Didion's nose is bleeding she tilts her head back and says "embrace the dread" but the ants are in my ears now and instead i hear embrace the dead she fades away until she is a cloud of smoke in the dark then says 'there isn't much of a difference'
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April 2023
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