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| Quantum 39 x 49 cm c/o Karin Goeppert |
CIRCE
ENCOUNTERS WHITE TRASH FOR THE FIRST TIME
The boys
have been digging holes
in the
neighbors all day. So to speak.
It is hard
not to see trouble up ahead.
One of them
asked me where barbecue
comes from.
An urgent question
you would
have to agree. Well, Billy Bob,
they import
it directly from an underground
kitchen in
Mongolia. Mongolia, Mississippi,
that is. I swear
they would believe
anything.
Some day they will be old enough
to vote.
Consider that. And they are not getting
any
smaller. Fast food padding. About five hundred
pounds of useless
flesh between them. So, pretty
enchantress,
if you turned them into human beings we
would be
much obliged. Herd them up that stony rise. Have
them gaze
down upon burnt out grasses, oil weed, a gerry-
mandered landscape
of Tea Party trailer parks and the mall
Bobby Joe and
I spent our honeymoon in. Will they recognize
their origin?
Spawn of our piggery: do we even matter to you?
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