Chris Farley died wearing sweat pants and an open button down shirt. Chris Farley watched sod grow on his childhood bedroom's ceiling. Chris Farley made rain fall by touching the bridge of his nose with a certain kind of wood. Chris Farley thought about the hole straight through Nebraska. Chris Farley could not roll snake eyes. Chris Farley had a gray mark through his thumb nail. Chris Farley swallowed Big League Chew. Chris Farley wanted to stand in the kitchen. Chris Farley watched his father become liquid. Chris Farley saw himself in a scene in Poltergeist. Chris Farley unpeeled orange flesh in an apple. Chris Farley dug through the box of Apple Jacks and found a small carved locket with his name inside it. Chris Farley paid for a car inside his mind. Chris Farley opened his front door before sleeping. Chris Farley paid a small man to stand at the foot of his bed. Chris Farley peeled the billboard. Chris Farley ran through a field without his legs. Chris Farley coughed up a whole cotton T-shirt. Chris Farley shook hands with himself. Chris Farley pressed his tongue against the window. Chris Farley reaffixed the rearview mirror with his spit. Chris Farley traced his knee. Chris Farley popped lightbulbs in Kansas City while in seeing China. Chris Farley dove into the sea. Chris Farley had a small patch of acne in the crook of his foot from age three to seventeen. Chris Farley bubbled in warm water. Chris Farley caressed the button. Chris Farley folded the paper until it became a bedroom and then he laid down on the bed.
Chris Farley
Blake Butler has been published or is forthcoming in Ninth Letter, Fence, Willow Springs, LIT, etc. He lives in Atlanta and blogs at blakebutler.blogspot.com