GENGHIS KHAN WIPED HIS FACE WITH THE CEREMONIAL TABLECLOTH BEFORE AND AFTER MAKING LOVE
by Nathan Blake
I can't write anything in birthday cards without sounding like a clueless asshole. I believe in time travel so that the idea might keep me romantic when I am old and mindless. Sometimes I eat dinner in the shower. My father once made me steady the flashlight while he euthanized a car-struck doe with a brick. I think of childhood as culture shock. What comes afterwards I think of as actual shock. I traded my Denver Broncos bandana for this turkey leg at the state fair, a $9.00 value. At the state fair people flutter about as if they are drowning in their own bodies. There I witnessed a man win a new convertible on an aptly placed nickel, then kiss his fingertips and point menacingly at the crowd. The last woman I slept with believed Genghis Khan had fucked her in a previous life. In this life she claimed to be a virgin, but it is a hard act to follow regardless. I have reached the point where I prefer Bacon Bits to the real thing. It is frightening that scientists cannot even agree on the terminal velocity of a falling human corpse. Look at the sun. I extend to you now this fine turkey leg in the name of bravery and defeat.