One DayNaturally, I asked her about it. How often do you see such an antique (in such perfect condition?) "Hey babe, what's with the cage?" (She smiles.) "It keeps my head from flying away." You're no canary. (Again.) "We'll see." (Still, through the bars.) After all these years. "Yeah. I guess we will." (Please. Let her see outside the birdhouse." Just for one day.One Day
"B"She looks across a table"B"
(wood) covered in youth's scratches and marks. "But Bukowski, see. You gotta love his honesty. His wit's so damn brutal; it just kills me" Tosses hair out of her eyes,
pulls at her ear, traces a finger down the line you kiss on her throat. Dares you to disagree. Who knows. Maybe she even believes it herself. So. Is she or isn't she? As long as you have four sentiments to leave her behind with you will never
see.
"The Oldest Story"Once upon a time Many years ago In a time not long before ours A fisherman's wife The baby was born with white skin, black hair, and red lips There was a king who had a daughter so beautiful In Italy was born a girl who was lazy and indolent A poor woodcutter's child And the devil noticed her virtue"The Oldest Story"
Her evil stepmother was envious of her beauty The king blamed her for her mother's untimely death She was taken into the woods A palace was built on an island The girl was imprisoned in a mountain of glass So her brother cut off her hands She did not speak a
Boy Scout"From the bottom of a rusty canteen"Boy Scout
You wrote your name in perfect feminine letters. Poor lost boy-child at a heathen's breast. Suckling at a full moon. Blood moon. Did she look at you? Seedling? The way I look at the mirror sometimes. Or the way I steal kisses from a blind man's nose while he feigns sleep. At least you had full marks for
penmanship.
New Yorker Rejection Letters
Pirate
you should give me a call sometime. I keep seeing your dad and your boyfriend... but never see you.
Oh well, I get to be nuuuuuuude!
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