neil de la flor & maureen seaton


Metempsychosis




I believed I had someone else’s skin beneath my fingernails.


I believed ellipses were Lilliputian prints of panini recipes.


I believed in Sally Field, in corncob pipes, and Thursday night sitcoms on NBC.


I believed in photosynthesis and polygons.


Often it wasn’t what I believed that was worth believing but the two-headed ballerina, the winged Ohioan, the mysterious Queen Latifah.


I once believed in space travel and Star Trek but I realized it was more practical to believe in email and couples counseling. At least that's what I've been told.


I believed in the stuff I was told unless it was coded with a hot color. 


(I believe blue is a cold color.) I situated myself between belief and smoothies.


I paid a traffic fine I believed was incorrectly attributed to wreckless genuflecting/flickting.


I believed in Monopoly and spin the baby doll. I believed in 7 seconds in heaven.


    6 measles splaying

    5 Holden Caulfields

    4 tall insurgents

    3 henchmen

    2 purple dubs

    and a cartridge in a bare sheath


On the other hand I didn’t believe in margarine, mayonnaise or anything that rhymes with aise or ine, especially tangerines.


I didn’t believe in leafy vegetables. Leafy.


I’ve never believed in the anonymity of swans and for that you may sue me. 


(Sue, I believe, is available for star analysis at this moment.)


I believe in rashes, how lavish they are when confined to small spaces.


I believe in the elements that make up pet dander and cologne.


I believe in the St. Lucie Causeway, the undertow of sinners.


Synclines and ostracism.


Argonauts and plebian hordes.


David Byrne. Labelle.


I once believed I saw Patti in an elevator in Augusta. She was higher than Godzilla with her hair all done up.


I believed in John Forsythe.


I believed in angels.


I believed in plums.





--Neil de la Flor & Maureen Seaton



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