the death of her vagina
was confirmed by the young doctor,
who was a descendant of the last King
from Hungary.
she offered to read his palm if he could
change her fate, but he was in a mad hurry
to visit a new asylum where there was every imaginable
disorder of life, so
he told her he would include her in a manuscript of his travels
if he ever got around to writing one.
she offered to be his screenwriter if he could
change her fate, but he said he didn't like the movies,
and, anyhow, any film couldn't be successful if all the actors
died before the final credits rolled.
he headed for the exit, and she again offered to read his palm if he could
changer her fate, but he told her he lost his
right hand in the Great War and wouldn't show her the left one
because it had killed a man.
not without ambivalence, he shook himself free and
pausing at the doorway from where he looked over his shoulder to
see her concerned face, he earnestly said, "The only choice is to live!"
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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