THE EVIDENCE FOR MANGOS SPROUTING LACKS CONVICTION
11/25/2025 enforced gratitude week suggests this as a good title for a chapbook
THE EVIDENCE FOR MANGOS SPROUTING LACKS CONVICTION Con/Jur/d, 11/25/2025 The comedy club stinks; need to change the sheets; we woke from a dream of sleeping under a bridge with you on stage, the comic says SCIENTIFIC MATERIALISTS! AM I RIGHT? to sparse laughter, BETTER THAN THE THEOCRATS AS A BAND NAME, THOUGH! an upwelling of watery ringing laughter, cuts off with a KERPLUNK in our section and realize we’re seated in the deep end, beneath midnight blue lights, with tuna fresh out of school, waving fins like little hands, a few sketchy squid & cuttlefish, running Las Vegas lights hypnotically across, their swelling torsos, tentacles wave nervously when the waiter walrus, leans over and takes a vase from our table, saying YOU EATING THAT? pulls out flash cards tosses them, like a dessert menu photos, from a crime scene viola violin cigarette butt thigh of a woman or a deer (covered by a duvet cover) the laughter rises they’re joking about being wasted on the young, the sheer physicality the way of feats, performed casually like grabbing the moon making snow, sleet, rain serve rather than interfere with desire IT’S ALL BACKGROUND TO THEM, ENIT? and then something about when we were young porn was hard to come by settled for the beach the sweatiness of short skirts why evolution will make us HAIRLESS LIKE A NAKED DUVET remembering how under the bridge on the thin cardboard, cars and pedestrians one glance away, you are the age we met, and still curious, without expectation how lips and tongue and teeth are whole worlds, how sex is a surprise never a transaction, how we spoon together nestled, like a seed with its sprout how we couldn’t tell which one of us was dreaming, which one was the dream we jump up, yell across the club glassy eyes watching, some filming over YOUR EVIDENCE FOR MANGOS SPROUTING LACKS CONVICTION WHAT? he says holding up plastic coated graphic panels, labeled LIFE CYCLE OF THE MANGO depicting HUMAN ANATOMY and now the crowd roars with laughter, relief, they recede we return to our age in this temporal eddy move back into the background with the uncrossable distances the comprehension defying rise and fall of gravity waves, the light into matter burst, which eradicates our memories and behind us, the heat death of our solar system’s center disappears into the same infinite receding recursion we do on a grander bigger scale, still infinitesimal in the whole big roiling on our lips tongue and throat, remains a salty, sweet, and sour equatorial fruitiness of YOU.
Collagiclly yours,
Con/Jur/d, 11/25/2025
DON’T FORGET GRATITUDE FOR KNOWING THE WORLD BEFORE SOCIOPATHS AND NARCISSISTS DEFINED WHAT YOU SHOULD WANT, BE SATISFIED WITH AND WHAT YOU SHOULD BE ANGRY AND GRATEFUL FOR.
Much love,