With Chocolate in her Teeth
I’m writing on some funky old brittle paper and sending it through a scanner and wriggling the page around while the scanner bar crosses the page. I definitely like the warping that’s happening. Not sure if I like the rainbowy color warping though? Perhaps it will grow on me. That said, what one “likes” or “dislikes” should only have so much skin in the game, don’t you think?
This one is about a truck and a girl and some chocolate and a spanking and a guy fishing in a river.
Not that it is very readable anymore.
But I like to think that the unreadability improves it. Here’s a legible iteration, with some changes:
the girl sauntered up shameface three maybe four who
knows hand in grandpa’s hand he
asked her what does your daddy do she said
spanks my bottom
she was down in the mud
the tailgate creaked its jaw down in slow motion
spilling chocolate like a child’s fantasy
father was grinning his teeth spotted like a leopard
he climbed into the water the river flowed around his waders
Its wet fingers grooming him in search of one human feeling
the sun came down like a hammer he
pulled back on the rod the water spattering
from the tip a hundred filaments splayed out in all directions like
a loom strung to weave a mandala of light the girl
grinned chocolate in her teeth