Jack’s PhysicalScott Glassman
The germ formed. Why would it be different? Its smallness, its breath. A changed mind (ours). Made up of confluences. Minnows under blacklight, algae or phosphor. Dew in front of each. One pond, its gills opening. Stairs like paramecium split apart, each half flaring inward. If a lily were too close (to close), it would retreat into its own nucleus and the birds there would be made of anise or rainbows against smudged Windex altars (breath like water) jagged facet conditional prism indivisible instant Close your eyes to the stalk. He will climb you, slip, receive the signal from faintly exaggerated clouds. Oh the ointment . . . flush and fertile camouflage! Jack, you were never as tall as I remember, but wider around the eyes than you were around the hips.
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