Venus Flytrap

I left for california to sell bicycles on the beach. I was killing myself in the poisonous factories of the middlewest and dodging bullets nightly on the way home. In a Burger King in san diego I spun the wheel of success in my head, click, clicking, visions of an aquamarine ocean sllipping me through green glass tunnels that roll with frothy white crests. That's when She flew in from the dusty street and settled on the seat beside me. From her purse she transformed herself into a shining star, and her radiation was my destiny. At night she locks me in this animal thing and feeds me pizza, singing, paralyzing siren songs. Tearfully I watch the squealing seagulls peck at the rocking cradle, drifting away in the cold green sea.

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