I'M SO HUNGRY I COULD EAT A WINDOW

Here’s what it’s like: I’m sitting in a diner eating the world’s greatest sandwich. I’m sitting in a diner eating the world’s greatest sandwich and I have to say I’m blissed. I’m basking in a wave of joy, a ham-and-scrambled-egg joy, the hot bread on my mouth and the crack of bacon. Snapping flesh.

Everything tastes like an animal, darling.

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I can’t believe I’m so hungry. My hunger knows no bounds. I eat everything in front of me.

Insatiable, lusting after carbon and oxygen, the elements inside me burning until they are gone.

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That’s only peanut butter and jelly on a sandwich. I don’t know what you’re doing.

Is that how the whole wheat works?

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You know the secret of the whole wheat, but you’re an animal, just like I am, a real animal. Whole wheat wouldn’t know itself. It doesn’t have the power to.

I have dust on my shoulder. I need to go back inside.

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There is no afterglow. There is only glow.

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You know the secret of the whole wheat, but you’re an animal, just like I am, a real animal. Whole wheat wouldn’t know itself. It doesn’t have the power to.

Condescendingly the animal spirits tell you something different every time you look at them. Are they really better than the vegetable spirits?

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Animals in heat make cold nights bearable.

I am learning to catch flashes of your aura.

There is no afterglow. There is only glow.

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The secret of the whole wheat is the one piece that it is, under the weight of everything else around it.

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I’m sitting in a diner eating the world’s greatest sandwich. I’m sitting in a diner eating the world’s greatest sandwich and I have to say I’m blissed. After all, I am eating the world’s greatest sandwich. The menu says it’s the world’s greatest sandwich. There’s no question of it. My taste buds are gnarled by fresh artichokes, caramelized bacon, the tang of red onion, and the crunch of bread on my teeth.

I’m almost confused by all the flavors. Is this how bacon really tastes? Is this what I’ve been waiting for? And it is, it is so much it hurts to talk of it. It hurts to write of it even now, because I should just eat the fucking sandwich and enjoy it in its time for what it is and not drag it out like this, and not mourn that it’s not here all the time, or whatever.

This is why people cry when they’re truly happy.

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The tops and bottoms of notes, the clicks of the clock-hands on the wall, the agate Khufu down the well, glove notes along the bank, the trigger in my throat that shows you what I’m saying is true.

The pyramids are not fake. The way they feel is not fake.

Time draws out. Alchemy shifts and appraises its fortunes. I walk around with a smile. It’s just the way it feels.

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I have always thought the best things in life were completely invisible.

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The best things in life being completely invisible: that’s the real alchemy, then. That’s the world in the right place at the right time.

Two long trees over the waterline. A color chosen by the child of the forest for each of them. A talk between them and they see they’re both old souls, they both remember the stew, the sludge of early man. A long cloud disappears overhead.

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The spirit will not touch a web.

The spirit will not touch less than a web.

I am like this when you find me.

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I’m sitting in a diner eating the world’s greatest sandwich. I’m sitting in a diner eating the world’s greatest sandwich and I have to say I’m blissed. I’m eating the world’s greatest sandwich, with all you’d imagine that implies, and I look over at the couple sitting two empty seats away, and they’re eating the world’s greatest sandwich too. They don’t have the one I have, but I know in my heart somehow it’s the same. It’s equivalent.

I’m not jealous. Am I supposed to be jealous?

Perhaps I have found my family.

At the very least we may respect each other’s good taste.

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The alchemists dreamt of long patches of clouds that folded like linen over the colored rocks of their fortress. Everybody is on the late side.

On the floor, a series of loops. Bulbs of oxygen colliding and coiling, a pair of breathy cobras, a belt of sound.

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Light the fire with your mouth and you’ll never put it out.

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White Khufu against the orange of the mountains when they showed him what the shackles did to those who disobey. Ten touch the number ten on the wall.

What time is it? The moon is ready to catch the sun’s light. That’s when everyone takes their clothes off.

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Light the mouth with your fire and you’ll leave your mark forever.

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Strangulating licks. How many candies to the center of your heart?

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What once were secrets are now the sins of omission for everyone out of the loop.

In the same room there are several heroes, several deities, and a legion of youths aspiring to their apprenticeships. In the heat of the moment, all of them in the same uniform, the line is blurred. Who is teaching who?

Sapped of his wits, the laggard Khufu is tied to a plank over the foam of the ocean.

Can a bird swim?

In the sea he would be humiliated.

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Awake suddenly.

I am not used to being the Eternal Beloved.

I will learn from the best.

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The metal blanket sank like a stone.

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I’m sitting in a diner eating the world’s greatest sandwich. I’m sitting in a diner eating the world’s greatest sandwich and I have to say I’m blissed. I’m eating the world’s greatest sandwich, with all you’d imagine that implies, and as I turn to look out the window and enjoy my $11.00 view, I choke. Have I just put a price on my happiness?

That can’t possibly be the whole wheat.

I beg of you: finish my sandwich.

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If the best things in life are truly invisible, then that explains my oven of sorrow: I couldn’t see the good in anything.

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Everyone is taking their clothes off, he said.

Alone in the crowd, they were humiliated.

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You know the secret of the whole wheat.

You are an omnivore, just like me.

Take the first bite. I will follow your lead.

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Can’t see anything in the oven anyway. We, in fact, are outside. I just thought about that.

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Where are we supposed to be when everyone is hungry?

What about when everyone is naked?

How do we know they need us at all?

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You drew first blood. I’m just following you.

Everything else is just a picture of a man eating a sandwich.
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Love to everbody in the ways they want it.

It is hot enough to cook an eggplant outside. My hands are freezing like icicles.

But my heart is always warm. Everyone is inside of it.

The closer we are to each other the closer we are to everyone else.