You Will Not Find Me

Another story in 47 words

By Paul Aaron DomenickPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read

Your latitudes and longitudes could

not locate me on your dosser.

You tormented the cemeteries

of Mexico, and my body, desaparecido,

had sexed you out of ever discovering

you are Frida, and I am Diego,

somewhere in a mural so vast

a spermcluster would have to contend.

I write to break the psyche in half. What good are words unless they turn us upside down and shake us?

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Written by Paul Aaron Domenick