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Dear Lonely Animal [I miss you. The other animals]
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52 Dear Lonely Animal, I miss you. The other animals are looking at porn again. I will never dress or disrobe in front of the other animals ever again. Skin is different than that. Bodies are different; they’re Ālled with eternity. They exude rapture and light. Lonely Animal, the other animals are wearing black masks and storming the press room toting heavy weaponry and strapped with belts of ammunition. The other animals sport flouncy hair extensions. They are taking each other on cruises with that kind of caviar I can never remember how to call. The other animals are textmessaging one another. I’m writing to you, Lonely Animal. I will never be a part of this world. I should have built a long-ago tower and lived there. I’ve made mistakes, thinking 53 I found another animal with whom I belonged. But now where should I live? Should it be the old factory Ālled with broken glass? I could manufacture tears for the world and make a million bucks. Jeweled silver tears, crystal tears, adhesive tears to gem to the face. Beautiful long tears like liquid metal cooled. So slender, exquisite. Animal, there is a puddle I love to step in: Splash! The other animals talk so important and stuff. I make the cat and the sheep and the pig sounds. I’m sad and I make the sounds like the snail and sometimes the clam. At least the snail carries his home on his back. If you put a snail down in a huge, wild meadow Ālled with thistle and lace and clover, insects, snakes, and mice, what are the chances that that snail will Ānd another snail during his lifetime in all that terrain? Even if two snails meet, what would they do? I saw a documentary where the two snails met and just mated right away. They’re all the same; everybody. ...