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crumpled ego by: Martin Stranka

Naked as we came- Iron and Wine

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that city where i left you had ugly walls, that city crumpled me edge to edge… there were dynamites everywhere, there were ogres i haven’t seen but i have always believed…existed between those century-old fountains and newly-established urinals.

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he crumpled a piece of paper,”write a feature about this”

with his mustache and hidden arthritis, he left the room,

they wrote about recycling,

i won the contest by writing about the paper boats i never owned.

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without a word, without a sigh or half of it, he crumpled her breasts, raked the spaces between her hair and scalp, crumpled her butt, pinned her on the floor, the ink of virginity slid, his fifth victim stained. it was a night of secrets. years later, their husband and wife would meet in a fast food with their kids and to-go spaghetti, fries and burgers.

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don’t ever crumple my old love letters
i might be a popular poet,
you can have a parcel of my fame, and in interviews
i will tell the world we both liked the smell of gasoline
and some nursery rhymes, unnamed.

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this is a world of crumpled hearts. most people complain that love hinders you from doing the real work. ah so, love is just a part of the other world we create in our individual midst, then a romantic giant dick pee on us? i wonder where the “real” sphere of life is. give me a gentle slap if i am just dreaming. a choke slam if i am drunk.

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from a plastic bag of crumples
the family near the provincial capitol
eat with bare hands on the floor as their dining table.

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do you feel crumpled? do you feel used and left in a corner, two steps away from a bin? do you feel that the more you iron the wrinkles of your life, the more emptiness you gain? in a piece of clean paper, you have to write a story, read it aloud. hold a crumpled piece of paper, tell me about it.

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when toilet rolls where not yet in the market
crumpled newspapers were part of a hygienic habit.

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once, i crumpled my face in front of the mirror. from that very day, i forgot about a past of dark-skin-bleh bleh bleeh, “you look like a pre-school teacher who’s gonna die virgin”, he dumped you for a skinnier girl in skinny jeans, well yeah you’re smart but you lack finesse and would you please cover your mouth when you are laughing?

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i will pretend that you were a crumpled gift wrapper

you told me to burn you, eyes-closed.

now, let me spread your  ash near the place we first got naked.

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