Existence Womb (68)

    
   "Existence Womb (68)"
    
   Miriam was a monster--infused by reptilians and angels.  A Celestial Hierarchy gone bizarrely crazy; regardless, she hung in there--was a cliche, a trooper.  Did the Proust thing.
   When Proust's mother died--he could not leave the house.  Had a job at a library, showed up once in 365 days.  Was fired, kinda.  A physician, an attorney, or a priest--nothing else was acceptable--follow me. 
   Proust adored his mother.  Wore a fur coat.  William Carlos Williams, a physician poet, took notes upon James Joyce and Proust meeting--about truffles.
   Miriam wondered aloud.  Could she be heard above the cage?  The isolation of no rape?  The terror of "Sleep Paralysis" gone unsung?  Alone?  So alone.  Adorned in a straight jacket?  
   Where the fuck was Buck?  A good, theological question.  And she meant not to curse upon the already profane Earth, yet:  "He shall have no foul in his mouth."