shared licks on skeletal sucker

birthday card to myself
from mr. feathers flies again (2006)

calendar authority has it that
vladimir nabokov died today &
ingmar was born 4 days before
at the turn of the century from
bloody thighs, triumphant, like
liminal me. the encyclopedia
says i’m a quarter inch taller
than bergman, who would’ve
hit six feet if det sjunde inseglet
hadn’t weighed him down into
the muck of his native fjords.
who knows about vlad; i’m not
that tall, & it’s all sex & death
anyway. great art assents with
shared licks on skeletal sucker:
getting older is a motherfucker.

AMR has been down recently due to computer issues, but as soon as things are fixed I’ll be posting Mark Fullmer’s FRIEND OF A FRIEND interview. So there’s that to look forward to! also: it’s my birthday on Saturday. forget your favorite charities. the best gift you could get me is for yourself, @ AMR merch. I’m throwing a Monster Mash, and will of course share pictures here afterwards. So far it’s the most involved of all the AMR parties. I would say more but 1) everyone loves a surprise; and 2) I seriously think i might get electrocuted by this thing.

courage