Tag Archives: Gregory Sherl

You Were How I Skipped Class & Still Passed Anatomy

Should I introduce myself or will my confusion do it for me? Ten years later & I still don’t know which pill I’m supposed to take first, so I take all four at the same time & give a wink … Continue reading

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On the seventh day God made emojis, face paint, Spider-Man hanging upside down as he makes out with an entire city. Wikipedia as bible. Bible as flood, famine, hundreds of frogs falling on an ambulance. It’s raining. The ambulance flips. … Continue reading

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The Oregon Trail walks into a bar

& orders all of yesterday. I drink it through a straw. & what the trail misses is what I miss: the elbows you were created from, the lemmings child #1, Christopher, used to throw off the cliff. The wedding bells … Continue reading

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The Oregon Trail calls its dead wife collect

& hangs up after the devil accepts the charges. Sweat drips from the bile in my dead daughter’s lungs. My dead son, he was a cloud & he still is. But the gray he breathes scares me. & what doesn’t … Continue reading

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