Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Benghazi


When I asked whom I should marry, the answer came: Benghazi. I spat in the palm of my hand, and in the reflection on the surface of the saliva I saw Benghazi.  I threw my handkerchief down; it landed on Benghazi. A synonym for "cigarette" is Benghazi. What is the true end of man? Benghazi. How long is God's arm? Benghazi.  Tonight the wind will blow something across my cement driveway, something small, hard and acornlike in the porch light. It will be Benghazi.

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