notorious kerry I sat on a picnic table with my pen flaring for all of Dekalb Avenue to see. The grass was fleshy and fake-looking, shiny; with a grimace I thought of him, how drowned my mind was in all of it and how the skyline faded just as my eyes stretched flexing to latch onto something. The snorting pug was wiggly beneath me, kids all over Atlanta sipping battery acid out of Dixie cups in their cars, and dousing their hair with perfume. Men danced jangle around fire pits in the croaks and heat of drums, shaking out all their inner dialogue, scraping and thrashing it off like a peel. “We took pills together.” She is notorious for being fat. We switch lives instantaneously. Locked in armor of sleep, panels of jade like domino pieces, comatose slumber-bumbling, I’ll try to figure out why they have such a hard time laying their heads down until that certain hour. 040301 what's it to you? who go blather from