The Insect Effect and My Alma Mater

I’m not saying where but two undergrads died of alcohol poisoning, a fraternity went into the porno business, and riots broke out at Fifth and Ivy. A midge drowned in my eye, its body flown into me. A gelatinous wreck on a saline sea. Waves of schnapps slosh in my mother soul and I cry mid-sentence. A smutty thrust of genitals intrudes on my grocery list and I forget to buy milk. I see police with paintball guns. My arms sting, my ears ring. There, there. A calm grabs me by the sleeve. I kneel down for a brunch...

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