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The Nap, After Eating Chilies While Reading Artaud’s Diary in the Park
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72 tHe nap,aFter eatIng cHILIes wHILe readIng artaUd’s dIary In tHe park ––for A.Rios Like an interrupted thought or dry cough shot to the eye, a cockroach scutters across the gray stone floor of a palm court and disappears. Two nurses and a man in a torn bathing suit with mail dropping to his feet talk about skiing in the Alps in a cowl of thorns. The tooth of the woman in black leather is lightning bolted to the tree of heaven in the Asian gardens. Some lung pushing against the walls of a sanitarium with the cold current running outside, collapses. Silk-haired monkeys dipping their hands and feet, a horse with a star-scorpion under harness, let out sharp oyster breaths. Scabrous fingers crack open the robin’s egg: ants surround the lip of a juice bottle left behind, and dance. A beacon light flips over in the open pan, three strips of cloud laid to a crisp, snapped into halves. Inside a wet-suit, the rectrix feathers of a pied Kingfisher, the Pacific’s rise after sunset. ...