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Unsound Methods

Luscious Apparatus

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:  (Maggie Estep)

Carla was on her break from the graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory
She sat at a teetering picnic table
There was a toxic orange moon and it was slightlycold
Carla took out her knifeand began etching random words into the tables surface
Then she thought of her co-worker Jack
Carla liked to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus

He was meaty but graceful
His flesh seemed folded onto his body like a suit made of meat
Carla started to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus in a meat suit
Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile
Her mouth was small to begin with but dreaming made it even smaller
Thats just how some people are, their mouths get smaller with dreams
Carlas small mouth was dreaming
As her knife began carving a poem into the table
I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain
I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun
But what I like best is the worship of a luscious apparatus

When Carla was done carving she went back to her work station
And scooped shiny white goop into jars
Thats just how some people are their mouths get smaller with dreaming
The next day Jack took his own 1a.m. lunch break at the same picnic table
He noticed the poem carved into the wood
Although he didnt know who had written it, he co-incidentally thought
Luscious apparatus aptly described him
So he took out his own knife and wrote "luscious apparatus was here"

After a few days both Jack and Carla happened to sit
At the picnic table at the same time
They both started to look at the things carved in the table
Then they looked at each other
They knew who each other was Carlas mouth got small and dreamy,
Jacks eyes got round and hot.
When they got done with the graveyard shift
They went back to Jacks apartment and had sex
Wordless sex, slow sex, fast sex talking sex
Sex like animals have, sex like boys have, sex like girls have
Sex upside down, sex inside out
Sex with grins, sex with tears
Sex, sex, sex

Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jacks bed,
Jack picked the knife up
And Carla knew at once that Jacks wounds were from carving himself
Jack was trying to carve poems into himself
And now he wanted to carve some in her
This was where she drew the line
Shed have any kind of sex but not with a knife
When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up,
Jack feltcheated and misled
He felt that by carving a poem in the table
Carla had been begging to be carved upon
Carla didnt see it that way at all
She got up and started putting on her clothes
Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife
Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating
Then, because she was small and could move fast
She ducked and Jack tripped and fell
And impaled himself in the arm with his own knife
He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast
Carla didnt think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that