Sunday, April 28, 2013


How much swagger do I want?
                                —Dana Ward

Woman falls of cliff while raking leaves.
Scratch that last thought, I just ordered a
pizza.  But my skin is very oily.

Won’t you come with me?  With you
I’m always more social.  He asks me
how I lost all of my charisma.  Freud

suggests it’s on hiatus.  With my
libido.  (Drumroll, please.)
Many hours later, I don my

windmill costume and join you
for lunch.  It costs forty-two
dollars and seventy-five cents.