They Don't Kill You Because They're Hungry, They Kill You Because They're Full. Mark Bibbins

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СКАЧАТЬ Poem That Wants to Be Something Rather Worse

      49  Poem That Wants to Use Revelation 3:16 as an Epigraph

      50  Poem That Wants to Be Less Amazed by a Man in a T-Shirt That Says Similes Liberation Army

      51  The Beginning of How We Started Dying

      52  Further Strategies for Trapping the Dead

      53  Witness

      54  By the Number 3

      55  Our Fairy Decorator

      56  Storylines

      57  Clouds Mistaken for Nearby Clouds

      58  Two More

      59  This Land Is Mylar

      60  A Small Gesture of Gratitude

        About the Author

        Books by Mark Bibbins

        Acknowledgments

        Copyright

        Special Thanks

Breakout Session

      Before we say anything else I’d like

      to point out that this coverage

      is favorable to the user. I mean

      I’m already a fan so I trust

      the instructions, which seem

      to tell us to reject a strutting self.

      I’m able to choose that too.

      *

      Am I wrong or did the user leave

      us lots of little choices. If we’re

      being led in wrong directions

      in service of larger truths,

      so be it: I will happily call a whole

      school of red herrings my family.

      *

      Soon enough something pulls

      me back to a photo of myself.

      I don’t remember who took it,

      but it implies a phantom twin,

      the kind of presence you reach

      out to when you die.

      Autobiography is still

      the sincerest form of flattery.

      *

      There were things I couldn’t say

      before because I knew the group

      would agree, one of which is that

      I’m quite sure I’ve uncovered

      the source of this terrible light,

      not quite lethal, but the user

      has given us a permission again,

      and no matter how compelling

      the light might be it has some

      serious potential to degrade us.

      *

      In the end it’s one of the user’s

      favorite solutions—water to water

      to water to sex—but I don’t mind

      in the way I never do. He’s drawn

      a bath for everyone, and it’s almost

      as though I’m no longer afraid

      there won’t be enough room.

You’ll Get Better Attention When You Die

      We lived in a puddle before the wave.

      If you remember either, the latter wasn’t big enough.

      We hurtle down the Grand Canyon

      with our pet chimp

      in a punctured raft:

       Can you believe this is only 4000 years old!

      he exclaims

      or seems to,

      hard to tell over the roar.

      Give me better priorities

      or come insult me

      if I make it to the riverbank

      so I won’t want them as much.

      Plants are lyric, animals epic,

      depending on numbers of either—

      send my best to the underground

      fungus in the Northwest, the biggest

      one we’ve met.

      The number of everyone I lost to AIDS in my 20S

      is small compared to what.

      Go on,

      wax beautiful

      above what makes the world,

      glorious bastard years.

I Can Explain

      We were upset

      after the demons crashed our airplanes into us

      We started hearing a lot about how they do things

      in Afghanistan because that was one

      of the places we were supposed to want to kill

      because they had killed us

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