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‘Don’t,’            an election
                                                                                         —Stephanie Young

Let us now to recapture the joy of our youth.  The joys of our youths. And the joy of
youth!  Even in the smelly underwear of it all, however, we must eventually find
(and step into) our pants.

Time’s up.  So I’ve made a reservation at a bed-and-breakfast in Calistoga for August
12th and 13th.  And tonight we are going to dance.  Are you in?  Are you in?

Then I realized the binary nature of every poem written in this century. That I’ve read.

It’s either about Attention Deficit Disorder or it’s not.


‘Yeah, well,’ said the peach modestly. ‘you know—the days go by.’
                                                                                         —Lyn Hejinian