or, learning
the hard way,
thinks dougless,
whose first
poem, age
ten, was a
sonnet
entitled
“math” –
oh, what
he did
not know
at age ten.
although
even then
the geminian
twins would
split their
studies in
half (gem
got science
and math
and such;
while ini
“mini” took
anything
artsy, and
stretched
it out in
such ways
that an
attention-
starved
nuisance
would
get away
with –
creative
liberty,
one
might
eye-
rolling-
ly call
it. for
example,
not only
would he
recite
“the
pirate
don durk
of dowdee”
in front
of the
entire
class,
but he’d
dress the
part and
act it out,
throw in
an extra
“argh!”
or three
for good
measure.
whatever
the point
of all of
this I
may never
know, but
as you can
see, I’m
very
easily
distracted.
which
might
have
been my
point, come
to think
of it. but
how to,
so as not
to have
taken us
all round
the corner,
definitely
make it.
are we all
most assuredly
and hopelessly
lost?
