Manga Girls Need Love: Snitch & Forget You Are
What you lost was the girl who sold her story to the ears of
city night, cheap despair under wigs, tattoos under Peking
pink panties w/ indigenous ruffles. The night was all stereotyped sky of ink
& erasure fluid, trace of clouds whispering behind cracked walls, peeling
walls, walls that were squeezing your suburban rage-lust. Your past was all
blur & lingering on deceptive tweets was bushy-eyed girls from Jersey who turned you into dust into a man-broom into a
star-struck eunich with poor reach. Your royal loyalties sucked. The girl you
lost in Tokyo took your money & said like a true fan that you have
superhero bones, great cheeks, man, they won't sag when you're 40, then she
flattened you w/ pale horse whiny sex-scapes. When you saw her photo in the
paper, read in 8 pt. print w/ generous leading that she ratted on some Chinese
gangster nicknamed Mustard Gas, owner of 17 stairways to immigrant-raided
heavens, an allergy to metal trachs, you clenched you boyish hands your retched
you swore to the demons of your inner gut that this would never happen again
not love not obsessions w/ runaway slum-goddesses w/ one perfect pimple but the
wind swept you up & into its empty charge into its amnesia of beautiful
girls too real for this Pantone-smudged life.
Manga Girls Need Love: He Drops Over with All his Baggage & Your Old Wounds
Mr. Portable Suicide drops over today with his black leather
suitcase & unfashionably slicked back hair. He wants to know if you, the
girl of a thousand painful caterpillars in her sleep, is ready. You smile you
tilt your head you think of ten songs that end in E-minor you ask Mr. Portable
Suicide if he would like some tea. No, he says, sitting uncomfortably on your
Lazy-Boy, clipping his nails. Over the apartment complex, you hear strange
humming. Have you thought of a method? Asks Mr. Portable Suicide. A method, you
say. Yes, he says, the ones we discussed last time on the phone—pincer poison,
noose of dreams, dog-day drowning, crumble under rubble, the stop-dead-heart-pills
in choice of colors. The humming is
getting louder. You rise & walk over to the outdoor patio. You hope it’s
not another helicopter about to crash. Your boyfriend, Daichi, is always
crashing his. Look, you yell to Mr. Portable Suicide, it’s a flying saucer. His
laughter is sharp & dry. Really, he says. Is it green? Yes, you say. Does
it have 14 portholes? Uh-huh, you say. Does it have soft blue rays of light
shining from its bottom? Yes, you say. It’s the one I have dreams about after
every contracted suicide, he says. You tell him to check it out himself. He
does. Where, he says, I don’t see it. On the outdoor patio, he slips &
falls over the brass rail. From so many stories up, you shout down, ARE YOU
ALRIGHT? The flying saucer was playing hide and seek behind a cloud. You know
Mr. Portable Suicide will be back next week with more foolproof methods.
Manga Girls Need Love: Rina, a Tall Buzz-fly Girl Who Never Goes Short in the City
When Black Friday hits, Rina will stand along Koen Dori in
Shibuya & play old love songs on a ukulele. She will sing for free. She
will laugh at the taxis running out of gas, the stocky four-eyed businessmen
crashing their bicycles into department stores. The world as a flat tire, ruined
rim. Or, donning white gloves, she’ll direct traffic. Towards afternoon, she
will post herself in front of the Haichiko statue, named after the dog that
waited faithfully for its dead master. She will give fake tours through Spain
Slope or the Tobacco & Salt
Museum. Someone towards
the rear will suppress a painted girl giggle. In Mark City,
she will lose all the old women who have mistaken her for the daughter they
once gave away. By the end of the day, she will be alone again. She will take
the cheapest room at a love hotel & wait for her married lover, a man who
has lost everything.
Author's Bio: Kyle Hemmings is the author of three chapbooks of poems: Avenue C (Scars Publications), Fuzzy Logic (Punkin Press), and Amsterdam & Other Broken Love Songs (Flutter Press). He has been published at Gold Wake Press, Thunderclap Press, Blue Fifth Review, Step Away, and The Other Room. He can be reached at: dwruss@gmail.com or hemming06@hotmail.com.
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