11/8/11

Darby Larson


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"Room uh happy pie," Tink uhs. "Chair so solo," Flit plies. "Flier rain fly ump," Tink fews. "Enough crying. Sh. Enough crying. Sh," bear skin rug says to Flit. "Kio cry," kios Flit. "Kio Flit," fluts Tink. "Happy sap draping murble bulb," Flit nuks. "Campy calm four blunks," rugs Tink. "Mulch mulch mulch," mulches Flit. "Smells like a happy pie in this room, a pie with berries of a sort," spider in the corner says to bear skin rug. "Soft fos so fto," Tink oses. "Ket yer blankets blunk," Flit roses. "Sill win dows pie haps," roses Tink. "Spinner for the corder," Flit falls. "Skinner and sum rugs," jules Tink. "So solo chair sung and and," andlyands Flit. "That chair appears soft and useful," bear skin rug says to spider in the corner. "Come calm gum go," Tink flits. "Shappy shap throats with happy me," Flit tinks. "Browner," keyes Tink. "Murchy mulk in back your jars of you," Flit softlies. "Tst tst tst tst tst tst. Tst tst," circles Tink. "Can you believe the rain melting down the window?" spider in the corner asks bear skin rug. "Closeted close my clubs and clor color closal," Flit opens. "Hook ook! Ook!" looks Tink. "Hreak ckreak and murky solo chair in hear me," creaks Flit. "Mufs on rain and me you creak us," Tink qualms. "Wonce fain ralls and me and you Tink us," Flit kets. "Enough crying. Sh. Enough sh crying sh. Sh sh sh. Enough crying sh. Sh. Shenough cryingsh. Sh. Enough crying. Sh. Eno sh ugh crying. Sh. Enough cry sh ing. C sh r sh y sh i sh n sh g crying crying. Sh. Enough crying. Sh. Enough crying. Sh. Enough screaming. Sh. Enough crying. Sh. Enough crying. Sh. Enough crying. Sh sh. Enough crying. Sh. Enough crying. Sh. Enough crying. Sh. Enough crying. Sh. Enough crawling. Sh. Enough crying. Sh sh sh sh sh sh. Enough enough crying crying sh sh. Sh. Enough crying. Sh. Enough crying. Sh. Enough," bear skin rug says to Flit. "Shtopsh shcrawlingsh!" Tink kinks. "Sh. Lanky blunk here uwrapped and rain rain rain," Flit confs. "Cry cry," irms Tink. "Halm clappy chair me crawl soft wrop," urks Flit. "Happy gie closed and," Tink guhs. "Brown chair cher," Flit plinks. "Flit is happy enough it seems. Does it seem to you? Here are some questions? Are we answering you?" spider in the corner asks bear skin rug. "Cry cry flier cry rain fly creak ump," Tink lookilews. "Kiosker lump it cry some gummy sub," skers Flit. "Kay ef," flubs Tink. "Drippy sap lappy room," Flit cunks. "Clam calm clam calm calm clam," culs Tink. "Much much," fetches Flit. "Toes fossy fossy fto," Tink blows. "Kiln yer kets tunk," Flit knows. "Shrilly dows does you you you," does Tink. "?" bear skin rug asks spider in the corner. "Spider lake and rug for it," Flit fills. "Bare bear ber ser cher nr r," ehs Tink. "Pie," happilies Flit. "Come calm shay a frin," Tink films. "Lap happy happily hap shop," Flit throws. "Brown room sill win," eyes Tink. "Blankets should calm this. I believe this room will seem sparklier when the windowsill lets in enough light for Tink and Flit to romp as they ought, and for me to remain cornered and for you, bear skin rug, to remain murky and like a blanket dropped on the floor," spider in the corner says to bear skin rug. "Opesed closen jars open chars chers," Flit lies. "The windowsill should blanket a calm room for us," bear skin rug says to spider in the corner. "Plt thlp fltp plth flth thlth. Thst," cls Tink. "I am toe counting these Tinks and Flits of ours. Ten each, five per," spider in the corner says to bear skin rug. "Reseted loose why flubs and color pleath," Flit pens. "Will they seem to you chair-sit-on-able soon and off my soft though murky backside for a time?" bear skin rug asks spider in the corner. "Look lOok loOk looK," Tink blinks. "Share cher char chair shit sit," wits Flit. "Enough crying. Sh. Enough crying. Sh," bear skin rug says to Flit. "Ruf blenkut photo phold it," Tink thinks. "A browner, calmer, creakier room next time, could we find a lesser one next time rug?" spider in the corner asks bear skin rug. "And me and you Tink us," Flit touches. "And me and you and me and you and I and Tink and Flit and you and us," Tink feels. "And you and us and me and us and you and you you you you Tink Tink Tink Tink Ti," nks Flit. "U," us Tink. "F," s Fl. "iTin," k T.


Darby Larson is the author of The Iguana Complex (Mud Luscious Press 2011) and irritant (Blue Square Press 2012).

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