The Opening Curtain. Grayson Burke. Photography and photoshop. 2020.
the best part of every story is when it doesn’t start.
black-rimmed fingers clench the neck of an unwanted beer.
he’s not supposed to be
this much of a f a _ l u r e
he’s not supposed to be
the cicadas are booing him
again.
loose eyelids try to ignore
what’s keeping them from closing
in on why he can’t keep a w _ m _ _, or a toothbrush,
or a brush,
or a fuck;
there’s an empty prescription of anti-disappointments on the desk
in front of him.
It’s behind him now.
a microwave was stopped at ? : ? ? a while ago maybe;
the booing rises
as the commonly cursed groan of
his wooden chair lurches in
side his ears as he _ _ _ _ _ to get up.
his pestilent essence always knows better than to separate from the last thing
that would put Up with
his dusty ass.