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| Page 4 Cranberry Lynx |
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| Friday, Crie and Jeb entered with a purple steam
rising between them. "Bring us our tea?" Crie demanded. |
| "I’m not your servant. Fix it yourself."
Nasoon responded. |
| "Bitch." Crie stared her down. |
| A thorn turned into a cranberry. |
| "That’s once Crie." She said and fixed
them tea. |
| "Today we read through with no talk of theme
or truth." Crie said. |
| You noticed his cheek still bled as you began to
smear your eyes. In his pupil you noticed a small child terrified of death
and desperately trying to control everyone and thing,except himself. You
stopped smearing your eyes, showed him the cranberry and said, "This
will help your cheek, Crie." |
| "Keep it." He snarled "Now read."
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| As you read through you flashed on an idea. When
Angel’s moment came, you smeared the cranberry on your lips, crossed
to Crie and kissed his bleeding cheek. |
| The cranberry stung him. He pushed you away saying,
"Faggot. That’s not what ‘Hole’ is about." |
| He started to move in toward you for the kill. |
| "Not yet!" Jeb yelled. |
| Crie froze. |
| Your back hit the wall. Your claws popped out in
self defense. You asked, "What is ‘Hole’ about then?"
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| "This!" Crie smiled vicious and stuck a
claw into his bleeding cheek. With a twist he hooked a maggot out and
ate it. "What did you think, you vegan fuck?" |
| "The opposite," You explained, stuck a
claw into your own cheek and tweezered out the maggot of egotism that
let you think you could change Crie’s meat play into your own vegan
art. You let the grub eat from the cranberry on your lips, it cocooned
and became an ordinary house fly. You showed it to them. "It may
be ugly, but it has its own dark purpose." You opened a window and
set the fly free. |
| "You’re sick." Crie said with disgust.
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| You backed towards to the door with your claws still
out. "Nasoon. Are you going to be alright..?" You froze in your
question as Nasoon and Jeb began to suckle from Crie’s bleeding wound.
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| "Fool," Crie spat at you. "Hole will
make me a celebrity god." |
| "Yeah, like Charles Manson maybe. " You
said and set his script on the floor saying, "Thank you for showing
me your truth." You left. |
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| *** |
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| At home, Wey asked with alarm at your cheek, "What
happened?" |
| "They’re meat eaters." |
| "So were we once." |
| "I know." |
| "Are you okay?" |
| "Yes," You said and used the cranberry
from your lips to heal your own cheek wound. |
| "I love you." Wey said and kissed you.
You kissed her back and held each other tight. |
| In the morning while you and Wey did what two lynx
do the fly you set free followed you home, landed on your desk and became
this poem.
End. |
| >> Synopsis |
Spoken Word 
