"Three of hearts," the demon says. He's lounging on Joseph's bed, deck of cards in his hands and shirt riding up over his stomach. He glances up, fangs flashing in a bright grin as if he can feel ... [+]
trying my hand
again at Selby Jr.
in my comfortable
apartment
with a balcony
in the Dublin
northside. Last Exit
doesn't work now
and neither does
Requiem. I first
came across them
in elbowish rooms
in Toronto and the north
end of London. something
of the copper
of bones here,
I thought. something
of life—a toilet
by the stove
and four feet
from the bedclothes. and art
needs discomfort
to appreciate
properly. Selby
doesn't function
when the water
heater does.
again at Selby Jr.
in my comfortable
apartment
with a balcony
in the Dublin
northside. Last Exit
doesn't work now
and neither does
Requiem. I first
came across them
in elbowish rooms
in Toronto and the north
end of London. something
of the copper
of bones here,
I thought. something
of life—a toilet
by the stove
and four feet
from the bedclothes. and art
needs discomfort
to appreciate
properly. Selby
doesn't function
when the water
heater does.