Wooden Chair Sitting Alone in Library 
Forrest Roth
 

tovarish cannot kneel sneak steal

mumble encyclopedic into naming fixation. blander like moonscape. the lightbulbs twenty years refused. tokidoki or toujours are few who rest

both complete strangers each the other’s artificial pelvis. get exclusive stare at lines in ashtray sand proclaimed fish lips. may torture finish. however decries process hardly vacation. sum stasis experience agreeable unless whomever bothers pushing this

aside further dingy cheeks. escalators to afford patron-sensation. should mood grab even needless climbing. salacious dry whistle depends on constructions. a pregnant thermos weeping for feverish wife. the solitary touch doth infuriate. there are bored ants

transcribing taller versions of anaïs nin. the table leg makes no difference for. stockings tie down a breast. enough gun-powder coaxed from watch-pocket up. a lover’s savanna a crafty explosion out

made susceptible many forms later of embellished influential

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Forrest Roth is the author of a novella, Line and Pause (BlazeVOX Books), with shorter fiction appearing in NOON, Denver Quarterly, Quick Fiction, Sleepingfish, Caketrain, elimae, 5_Trope, Mad Hatters Review, Locus Novus, and other journals. He is currently a Ph.D. student at the University of Louisiana-Lafayette.