Rupture Blake Butler
Who Besy was would be was Besy was who we would had rubbed. Where Besy
went was we did not know where Besy had went or where had she gone. Tom
Tuck said Joe where did
you left Besy, though Tom Tuck was not his name, and on
the air there Joe'd had made a room out of his hands and inside his
hands there was a glow, and Joe said that's where he'd had left her,
that's where was she was where would be, Joe's eyes in eyes around us,
beefing with the light. Tom Tuck looked in light a minute and therein
then bent and reached his hands into the ground. Tom Tuck pulled a mud
spurt up with all ten fingers and chewed the mud and spit the mud in
Joe's boy's mouth. I
said where'd you said you'd left with Besy, Tom Tuck was
saying. I had the pigeon on my knee. My thumb plumb in the pigeon's
wreck hole where we'd I'd had shot him fat with want knit from my spit.
I don't to think you'd
had to had to done that to that young boy, Joe, snarling,
said. He turned his back around towards Tom Tuck. He wet his whole hand
inside his mouth and wiped his boy clean with the hand skin and turned
back at Tom Tuck and wiped the doubled mud on Tom Tuck's blouse and
Tom's Tuck's nipples squirted blood. Tom Tuck turned his eyes at what
had Joe had done and turned his eyes at where had Joe had his own eyes
and Tom Tuck turned his eyes onto me a minute with the pigeon, the
pigeon flesh of melting light, our pigeon we'd had were gone to give to
Besy had she liked to had have the pigeon to set beside her bed, or to set inside her bed with,
Tom Tuck would whisper slit to grinning, his hardon blistered in his
pants. He'd had intended here in dew light here to hand her here the
pigeon to Ms. Besy with his both hands, and me watching in such
condition as would Besy as would would wet, and therein Joe'd would hew
off in some circle for a hole from which and of which which to sun. Tom
Tuck had to me told said since was I was one who'd worked the pigeon
from my spit and my head resting, he told said I could would have to be
there too, and would he and I could in and on take turns. Ms. Besy with
the largest gush as would this country. Ms. Besy with as well a fine
blouse, one which Tom Tuck would had had patterneded after also to make
so he to her could as well wear. I
am also Besy, as would Besy be once, would then I and I and I,
I'd said saying, through the split in Tom Tuck's moaning with the
moaning in the make, I
am and am would also right here be here where for where us we and we,
and said as also as would Tom Tuck in his blouse be someone also, as
was he was as well and well'd and also, and was we was, we where we
were we-ing, and but Tom Tuck, he'd would not say when what through me
backward, would not not nothing nowhere none. In the wet blouse with
the pigeon I watched the blood off Tom Tuck's nipples dribble on his
bib, blabbing the light which would would want to show up from where
inside his wet chest part where his blinker shuddered on and off. Tom
Tuck looked down as if to lick it, his blinker, rashed with his with
translucent tongue, scrubbed on the inside into lather, which in which
which I would evenings bathe. Joe's boy's mouth had come up off him
here to be not where it belonged, though Joe, fit in his middle only,
the rest of him all flab, made his own mouth into teeth and smiled
smiling. Blinking. Besy,
Joe groaned in groan eruption, aiming at me, the liquid squibbing from
his gums, she's is right
where she was were warming, where she had was were was were burnt,
where was she would only be. Tom Tuck kept on to look with
at his owning, the blood scored on his arms, those there'd tattooing
into'd prism grind. He'd had he waited till was Joe was turned with
Joe's boy turning where around their hands together aimed at home. I'd
had watched or watched some as while Tom Tuck threw his arms up there
and there then up into the nape and way of Joe's boy's back. Tom Tuck's
arms went on through Joe's boy's body's back and out the other flat
half near the noon. I could hear the gog of Joe's boy's body's
breathing in him with Tom Tuck's hands hunched through and in into him
whole, and I could see with Tom Tuck's hands functioned out the other
side wide as his hands came back down and around into Joe. Through
Joe's chest and out the other side again, as if in sewing, making
mustard, mush, the blood now from Tom Tuck roaring down his arms and
into his two kin-two pinned men. In my hands I felt the pigeon cracking
and I snubbed it with my thumb to make it shush. I watched Tom Tuck's
hands come back from through Joe and Joe's boy and go through in the
back of Tom Tuck and out again, and into Joe's boy's back against when
they had went the first time but this time larger, wholer holes, and
through Joe's boy and Joe and Tom Tuck once forever and again again
again, I watched with our melt pigeon molting as the blood burst open
and the skin and hands made the three men into none, the curd of all
them sprouting rash and flowers, the
way'd would we'd had had would also would he and I in Besy brushed the
whole of all of us, so had said Tom Tuck thereon aloud
tone-tongued, the way'd
would any one be ever also in the making of the making of the want.
Among the lung light left there thereafter where the men were there
were after there among ring of holes, the smell of groaning built of
nowhere, a cord of errored gleam and heavy breathing which together
over me and this last pigeon shook to slivers came to loom, came to
crust upon the air and there around, this last pigeon no longer wet or
we, no longer see-through, my arms no longer also not nowhere and
unmine. 
Blake Butler's Ever,
from Calamari Press, has just been released.
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