In Praise of Burning Books
Chris R. Morgan
there was nothing special in the Library of Alexandria
there was nothing special in the Library of Alexandria
Do you ever get mad
and want to
hit something?
Now there is a skeleton outside my window. And skeletons on all the dating app profiles.
The face in my mirror keeps getting older –
Into the face of the man who beat me
Our lovemaking is a demilitarized zone.
I vomited
up a prophecy in a dive bar,
inhaling hot dogs.
“you’re bad at finishing beverages that aren’t alcoholic,” you told me
writing fiction in which people google things,
suffering in a very abstract way
trying very hard to shut the fuck up & failing
You must stop dating
physicists, that sere barnacling across
the cold, leeward faces of rocks.
The other thing Belle did
Was burn three holes in my thigh
With her cigarette
Revenge for the chaos I’d caused
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
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