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I Hope You’re Doing Well

            —for DR, whoever you are...

I was wondering...

when you said

that you were

“too stupid” to

be my boyfriend...

did you mean that

you’d just rather

have a stupid

boyfriend?

mmdli

Regional Wealth

Today’s lesson is

I have no idea

what I’m doing

but I’m doing it,

anyway (and

amazingly so,

if I might add.

Check me out!,

etc.)...   Even

as I graduate,

enter a new

high of self-

lessness, I am

by necessity

at my most

selfish.  This

is perhaps

the only

much that

I know.

Several

years later,

he popped

not one, but

three (or it

could have

been four)

curiously

strong mints

onto his drying

tongue, let out

a whelp which

was meant as

a whoop, and

walked out

of the circle

of light to

which the

tiny lamp

had devoted

its entire

existence.

mmdl

Actual

He wore the most conventional plastic leather outfits.

                                                                    —Robert Glück

They keep laughing and snorting in my department.

Or in my general direction.  All I have to say about this

is “I am asleep.  At work.  In pain.  My foot.  For lunch.”

Over here, I should probably ask for some water.   It

probably won’t happen until I snap.  And when I do

snap, I’ll do it silently, whispering “Garçon?” as you

look at me with such distaste.  All I get a kick out of

is you.  This is so incredibly true that I fiend for just

twenty minutes (or so) on some sort of ski-like machine.

But what do I get instead?  Blisters.  In my ears.  To the

tune of When the Missiles Whistle....   The perfect boy-

friend.  I mean, seriously, is that even an actual song?