14 or 15
I swear I had a plan.
That rare venom, a
dozen or so lines sewn
indivisibly onto the out
ers of my innards. And
at work the ladies give
themselves away in the
most amazing ways. How
to pretend the office is
abuzz, humming a pre-
quake brainstorm. The
men’s upper lips doinked
up and down while, like
puppets, their lower lips
stood as still as the rim
