"Orbit is a long-running series of anthologies of new fiction edited by Damon Knight; often featuring work by such writers as Gene Wolfe, Joanna Russ, R. A. Lafferty, and Kate Wilhelm, who was married to Knight. The anthologies tended toward the avant-garde edge of science fiction, but by no means exclusively;"
Orbit Gum
by, Oxalid Dale
My dream…
Why did you leave the last stick
Of Orbit in my pocket
With my semen still laced on your lips
Your tongue wrapped at the tip
Of my… all your hair clips
Slip off the satin curls that drip
N’ roll off your hair follicles that slip
’Round your bodies eclipse
The letter…
“My jeans are now faded, like the Puma suede is
Your back pocket switch blade, serrated
Don’t worry… hard drive is still live n’ X-Rated
With condoms saying it wasn’t safe we waited
I still haven’t chewed that last stick of Orbit
Or lit those incense sticks, as ribbon-tied gifts”
My 1756 self welled with nostalgic whispers
Newspapers whither to dust in the alcohol in my liver
I can still see her hands move, writing my food
For my sustenance- No… not her body nude
She knew I’d need this and an Orbit
“Just brushed feeling” for milk breath after breakfast
This letter of my time
To remind of 2004
The scene of the crime
Back in 2004
I still remember body draped with his face exposed
Ace of spades tipped on his breastplate through his clothes
A full house slept like a necklace around his throat
I was to be the joker.... Painted on a card as a scapegoat
The handcuffs cuffed around my wrists
As atoms split, space masturbated and ripped
And let me slip in and out of it’s elliptical orbit
As I was written into the history of 1756
But just before…
She wrote me a letter to remind me of our fun
She gave her last stick of her favorite sugar free gum
Still in my back pocket
Close the case and locked it
I always knew my father killed the guy cause of gamblin’ debts… But I’m still a man ‘cause I never wept.
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