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Suddenly, Bugs!

from Turnaround France by Will Clark

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I stared at the summer with a glass of convex. I bring myself to the hill for the kill of a lifetime
out walks the tree hugger, with oils of the essential. he puts his chest to mine, in an act of love and cruelty
now the shape of his chest makes a map of conquest. it’s marked like a piece of land ready to grow poppies.
there’s holding onto life and then there’s staying past your welcome
“I am not out to cut you up, you do a good job of it yourself “

the mind makes it up
a sudden bug
and how does it breath
buried so deep in the skin
and the bedrock breaking in
up on the ground I stand upon

girl, I would be comfortable walking into buildings, reading labels through the holes that I cut through the bedsheets
but all she ever talks about is how fictional that book is. You can make up the results of all these tests
notoriously early, I enjoy the sense of waiting for the magazines to expire and the cigarettes to get stale
but I hear you’ve got a formula for reversing the whole process, in a can full of cold air you can spray at 6-foot’s distance

I cry and throw up
a sudden bug
out the mouth’s corner
and still stomping with my feet
where skeletons are buried
I’m crushing it all over
on the hunt for houses
with screens for walls and mouses
setting traps for me
and I supposes
for my toses

a ghost of a ghost that could fill the mouth of pac-man. even with its size, it still manages to get in.
I flailed and hugged the ceiling, bloody mary at the back end. “if I had known it was harmless, I would have killed it myself!”
do they even know what they are communicating? on wings or tiny limbs with no sense of up or down
and suppose the whole world runs out at the exact same moment. would anyone complain or just stare at the destruction?

what will happen if we make it through the summer?
what will happen in the fall, in the fall?
what will happen if we’re running just as fast
as the season we’re chasing, yes, the fall, yeah, the fall

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from Turnaround France, released July 9, 2021

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Will Clark Brooklyn, New York

Will Clark plays guitar for Madam West. He's not the erstwhile guitarist. He still plays.

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