First, pick a human enterprise and write down ten associated verbs.
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First, pick a human enterprise and write down ten associated verbs.
I'll have to continue this in separate posts because the software deletes blank lines in a way that wil make this less readable.
LUCY
She’s dead. We’re black-draped and tidy
at torso and hip but our eyes are bedraggled.
The casket grabs hold of our faces and
wrestles
them to the ground.
We’d cry “Uncle!” but the tomb chokes us
breathless. We gasp. That’s all that’s
left to us
of our powers of speech.
We leave and try to forget, but London,
her London, sucker-punches each of us
when we least expect it.
The city feels too full of too much
truth,
like Transylvania must have felt to those
who’d been
kneed in the gut by what the Count really
was,
the dead creature he was, against whom
none
could defend, as invincible as Lucy, victorious
corpse.
We try to play our money games but our attacks
are blocked by the lethargy of the slain.
The ship of our careers goes down in defeat.
Even going home just feels like a kick in the head.
She's dead.