Monthly Archives: March 2012

Two Princes

TWO PRINCES You can do what you wanna do: pick the man for you. Choose whomever you think is right The independently wealthy guy or the hard-working copy clerk. You can have the fellow with the rapier wit, an uberfit … Continue reading

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An IPod

AN IPOD I am not an iPod, so take off your headphones when I speak. I am not an iPod. I require more to be recharged. I am not an iPod. i am not here to be in the background … Continue reading

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Hurricane Jess

HURICANE JESS Can’t talk: Gotta go. Gotta move. Can’t spare a minute or a dime. It’s time to get shaved. it’s time to get bathed. Internal oaths have been made. Tomorrow, Jessica returns to town. Jessica’s back around. It’s been … Continue reading

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Almost You

ALMOST YOU I have been waiting more than half my life to find you. Your image captivated me generations ago – though your simple 2D frame seemed too much for my young head to stand when that head was all … Continue reading

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2 Live

2 LIVE With your uncle dying in the bed, you sneak off to the broom closet with that boy you barely know and do things that disrespect your uncle his uncle and a monkey’s uncle as yet unnamed. Feel shame … Continue reading

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Compatible Species

COMPATIBLE SPECIES The things Kim did to me in the bathroom at Kay’s party cannot easily be described and would make little sense since if you look at Kim, then look at me, you’d have trouble recognizing us as compatible … Continue reading

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The Scene at The Sign

THE SCENE AT THE SIGN From my booth in the center I see the sights of the scene at The Sign. Three hot girls in the corner singing “Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star” – all off-key – while that hippie chick … Continue reading

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Westerberg or Western Beef

WESTERBERG OR WESTERN BEEF She was a young one – younger than me, that I could tell. She had that fresh presumption: how the world was good and joyous so often held by the young. She said she was twelve … Continue reading

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