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2002-09-18
Marlin Perkins
B. 3.28.05 Carthage, Missouri / D. 6.14.86 Clayton, Missouri
Cancer
My effort from Writing Group tonight:
A magnificent set of velvet-napped antlers is all I require to complete me. Not in the moose vein, with those broad sea-shell slab-like expanses�they'd obscure the view lines of my fellow opera patrons�but many-pronged and high and highly convoluted. The tips of the many prongs would be of two natures: some very sharp and insensible, even in the act of spearing; the rest round-tipped and downy, nerve-filled as fingertips or ears and similarly thrilled by sensation.
In time, these more-responsive prongs would reach their growth, and relax into the hard and pointy state of their maturity.
With various aloe and verbena balms I would maintain my antlers as some do mahogany armchairs or baseball gloves, and their gleam would suggest a suppleness any touch would belie. For I�d not only clatter my antlers at adversaries�I�d also be free with occasions to bow my head to the delighted, exploratory stroking of children and tourists and waitresses.
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