Confidential Papers #5
Confidential Papers
Do you know why a bad joke skins the curiosity? We have fire. It all comes from ambitious shine and your mother.
A toss-up between your room and yourself.
But here’s the question: How about it? The wonder, the night. A suggestion. We’re already something funny, remote, empty. Go backward, longer than necessary, because failure leans against the door.
This is a found poem. Source Material:
Harris, Thomas. “The Silence of the Lambs.” St. Martin’s: New York, 1992. pp. 18-21.
















