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Forbidden Place
Erin Jourdan
Meteors are hitting earth, creating large steaming cradles of rock and
bone. In my world the body of a missing California girl is found. I killed a fly with my
hands and felt the soft buzzing against my skin before the drop to earth. He said beware
the ides of March. He punched me when I was needing nourishment. It is all about risk, as
all great things come from self-exposure. The heliograph is in the shape of a stone, with
fuzzy edges on frayed paper. Show me your mess. Show me your desperation to be heard.
String the wires across the alley. Play telephone and hear the mysticism that comes out
the other end. Dig a hole. Call it your forbidden place. Intersect at an
obvious point. Hide the trajectory from those who are curious. Get a tattoo that shows the
sum of everything that you have learned. Put a notch on your belt for me. Find the
Rorschach that is the structure of your bones, the hip flares to a sharp point, crevasses
in protein and chalk, all useful to the human race. Dissapear into your day of heaven.
Show me something real or imagined. Peel your eyelids back and look at my mess. Hide my
mess in a deep hole, that cannot be traced or touched with a metal detector. Relish the
day after pill. Spit out the pill for the day before. Save the pill that is for right now.
Feed the pills to the watery green seacreatures that are becoming extinct. Hide from the
dust storm. Look into the crater that the meteor left. Lick any shards of the meteor you
might find for alien salt. Lift your hands in the sky and pray for alien knowledge as to
the pattern of the universe. Travel back in time and push the California girl with the
missing body out of the way of harm. Open your mouth and swallow the meteor. Pet the fly
with a small feather. Do not dig the hole, but gather dirt into a lovely mound. Give mouth
to mouth to the seacreatures dying of desperation and anxiety. Breathe oxygen into them
and let them walk on land. Show them your forbidden place.
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