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Questions

By Michael Frissore

He murmured a “What” and it sprayed its scent like an atomic sea skunk. He tried to act out each letter and collapsed from exhaustion. She held the answer in a full nelson but the words reversed the hold and nearly broke her neck.

The “What” climbed back into his mouth feet first, stepping on all of his important organs. He packed his suitcase with “Wherefores” and “How comes.” He became an instant baggage check. She buried herself in “Huhs” that squeezed her to death overnight.

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By Michael Frissore

Rain goes up today.
A tree falls onto my house
and paralyzes my girlfriend.
I try to heal her with citrus.
Tomorrow there will be no rain,
just miniature, pocket sized cripples.

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