Our Man in Europe/in MEXICO,, dave delacroix: The Cancun Diaries, No.39: The Lady in the Library/TWILIGHT BONE.

Our Man in Europe/in MEXICO, dave delacroix. The Cancun Diaries, No.39: The Lady in the Library/Twilight-Bone. 

TWILIGHT BONE, that enigma, that STIGMA, that shake-a-leg-STUCK to U? That GODZ-WISH I COULD FORGET!? That Twilight Bone, some GRISTLE to gossip/chew on that INNER MARROW U call your own? And X-RAYED=gossiped it-s OUT THERE for all to see, the VEG, the BLOODY MEAT, pulsating, a FANFARE, a CARNIVALE, Up-skirted! Nobody was S-posed to see the Codecil of your living WILL? Your Scandal, but WORD get-s around? A dalliance in a Summer-s field?

The Twilight Bone, the Skeletal knick-knack of your ambidextrous existentialism, your INNER-published SECRET DIARY, tales of yearning, failure, BOSOM envy, Penis-desire that would WRACK U in wild submission - Who cares what the Neighbors think!? - and the CALL of your Wild where I now find U stamping Date Stamps in a provincial Library. Teeth to grind. Sneers to ABJECT, Christian insults, the PARSON long since fled.

That Summer-meadows FOOL-suitor U long since rejected; now is Winter. And so long ago. What CHOICE the Spinster in a cold, Northern town: Dickens, Voltaire or Thackery?

c.2021, dave delacroix; Cancun-Mexico