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First Line From Merton’s “Asian Journal” for Fiction Writer James Foley (No Homo)

by Yago Cura

  • I have not yet seen the cathedral, which is probably confusing rather than evident.
  • The university rector with the husky eyes I saw in the corridor between Times Square and
  • Port Authority. Who I had really wanted to see was that professor that told us to embrace
  • our hate like a lice-covered baby. Part of this is I know how much Merton stewarded you
  • through that morality spell you passed halfway through the writer factory.
  • The other part is infidel gadzookery, serial bus cosmicosmics, and knee-jerk ribbing
  • pustule consulate, a sort of foreign service officer of the heart. Did we or did we not go to
  • that professors quaint ashram and drape mary one all over the lingams? And who the fuck
  • was I to get my alien husbandry degree from a coffer of empanadas?
  • Let me tell you who you were. You were taut laundry, a hanky with gumption
  • on the prowl for the perennials were exploding their bottom switches.
  • It was there to be liked: the wattage of bar music in yellow light, the fly trap ply…
  • I spent all my quarters in cranky pool tables; you we had to entice from the rafters.


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