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there is a brook by the side of the road. the first time you came to the countryside you had me wash the garments in it. you picked up a lisp and a nutcracker and told me i was next. tutting and clucking, you wound the clock in your carriage 12 hours and 3 minutes backwards, hissing «c'est inc[r]oyable». there is a walnut tree by the brook and i lean against it not to slouch. there is a day in the countryside and the the woodsman comes to measure the tree. the wood is dark and will line the inside of the carriage you are now sitting in. the husks on the ground are softening under the woodsman's boots and phenols invade the breeze as he clomp clomp clomps his tape around the trunk. he pulls the tape tight and snaps it. you see me slamming your dress against a rock again and tell me to be more careful. these rocks are smooth, i protest. they will not get you clean. the moon is not smooth, you argue back. the nutcracker is sitting at the edge of the carriage. the woodsman is scratching his back on the trunk. the tree sways and branches detangle. the nutcracker looks up, up, up, and knows a lust for the meats inside the fruit. you are looking away and i sneak a sip of ratafia from the flask in my waist coat. it is now thursday in god's world. the nutcracker looks at you and chomps your finger. your scream startles the woodsman, now lost in the brook, i lost in your dress, and carried downstream. you throw the nutcracker out the carriage and it runs away. i am still laundering out the winestains.
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note: work in progress lastmod: 2024-08-21
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