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If I told you     I thought carpal tunnel     was carpool tunnel   you would laugh   but who wouldn't want to be stuck     inside a '97 Town and Country          through a tunnel detachable seats gone   sitting cross-legged   in a circle linking arms     swaying with the curves of the road     after an hour          you realize               no one is driving that there are some things     we still don't understand

In the dream, the honeymoon, the kitchen, the children multiply & lift me bodily, out the window & above the fields till the puzzle resolves itself, series of interlocking grids, and the dream doesn't burst when we hit the ceiling, just shimmies the children sail off & scatter w/o me and I float back down the chimney

If Adam and Eve were older when the serpent came, if two minutes could erase the history of bone, maybe we wouldn't have shame. Here I am, hyperventilating in the bathroom. I cleaned the tile floor and kept walking.

Each time the same - I am holy, holy, holy, laid out as a banquet. His hands are plate, cup, and knife. Always a long table, a single high-backed chair. This is my body. He eats me up and I believe in transubstantiation, that I will awake someday in his veins, pound my fists against the walls of him.

Living well is the best revenge. The second best revenge is slowly over the course of many years destroying your foe's faith in their own ideas. The third best revenge is loosening the salt shaker and spoiling the risotto. The fourth best revenge is poison.