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Tonight's Poet Corner: The Day I Went Mad

The Day I Went Mad by Belinda Roddie The day I went mad was when a stranger followed me with half a pound of sugar in his pocket, snorting up speeches until I screamed, " Fuck off! Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off!" right before maple syrup descended from my left nostril and I crashed on one hip and made the pavement break beneath my weight. When I came to, the walls were pink and pulsing, like the sides of a sated tongue, and I shouted at the rising floor for answers, but the teeth on the table did not have time to speak. I drenched myself in hot lemonade and dripped sarcasm, watching it sizzle only for a moment before everything got very, very cold.

Today's OneWord: Geometric

Tyler refused to play pool because it reminded him far too much of geometric stuff. That, and he was never good at cutting with a cue stick. And it made sense - he couldn't even properly identify right angles these days. Some might say he didn't pay attention in math class as a teenager, but in truth, stuff like geometry and algebra very much scared him. Anything regarding shapes, codes, and matrices was like a phobia.