A Cargo of Green Hearts
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imagine that the body
of a thing is inhabited by the spirit of another thing and this is true for all things― for snow plows and socks bridges and elephants kazoos and staplers. for instance the body of a snowplow is inhabited by the spirit of a parrot the body of a birthday cake inhabited by a typewriter the socks, spirit of a discarded bowling trophy and one day the snowplow decides it is a parrot and will not push snow until the highway department man paints its beak bright orange, yellow and black and one day you see your socks snake away from your miserable feet and leap for the top of the bookcase for even the watermelon has its own green ghost, its true love. people, too are misinhabited are lonely their spirits not their own eventually they get the wish to be something else a doormat, a spider a hurricane, a child’s doll a slashed tire, a river in Antarctica but imagine: for some of us spirits come and go as if we were carpentered of shutters or the sea everything staggers through us like a drunken uncle slamming eyelids & doors our whole life shakes for no reason or smokes like a burning sofa or erupts with gills and fins we mutilate the clocks of our heads we shoot holes in aquariums we baa or grunt or nail ourselves to matchsticks we bathe in kerosene but maybe a few so very few so precious few startled by our bodies, our own sweet apples find the heart isn’t a container but a channel through which all earth pebbles through and our loneliness where is our loneliness? . Comments are closed.
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