Jenny Huebner

LINOLEUM

I received word I’m no longer. It happened, twice. Five and a half
minutes before I seemed unsightly.
When people tell you you’re flawless, you’re not. Heed: The
Genius of the Crowd.
God, and woman alike. Petroleum- that’s the smell of five and a
half minutes on earth.
Two times make crazy, really.
Heed: some old idiom. I picked the one walking with my
shadow past.
When people invite you to silence, say something.
Squeeze your heart in a mist. C’mon. It’s your word against
more words.
Linoleum- that’s the place to wake next to none. Two times
make crazy, nice.
C’mon. It’s you. And God.
And the crowd, yes. That’s it.

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