| "I Am/I Am" Hath Sent Me Unto You D.G. Zorich |
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Somehow so sure, so chiseled! And yet somehow still so insipid: The bodies were perfect tens, the words unwashed, but carefully chosen, "Suck my ass, fuck my little pussy-ass, fuck O dick-hards! fuck my cunt fuck me!" A burning bush between two loaves of wonder- bread, singular and competent as hunger: It burns. We of intelligent genitals seem easily ignited for short periods of an otherwise dogged, long- term, self-inflicted incidentless remission. |
D.G. Zorich has "attended colleges and universities and language institutes in Germany, France, and the United States. He resides today in a very small, peripheral community in southern California." His work has appeared recently in Blue Unicorn, Epicenter, Indefinite Space, No Exit, Pitchfork, and elsewhere.  |
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