haven't i traced these steps before?
no new is good new
wrong goes the buzzer and treck up and down mountains on this block and that
invincible
fumbling then on foothills one one-ders
"hello, mr. f-, this is miss m-, and she has some things to say to you"
lap lap lap
and why is it the sirens get to howl all through the night
and no one calls the police for disturbing the public peace
-just trying to get some peas and quiet in here-
oh, here you are,
hear are your keys clink clink
not looking?
you don't give me the time of day just hand me my check and i walk out of there worth more than the lousy envelopes you stuff in my pockets
belching chocolate puffs into the cold air
edible dream bubbles some child may notice and pop into androgynous young mouth
nummy? says mummy
nods, but babe has laryngitis and cannot offer even a guttural of approval.
all right, i will tuck that one in my dossier and leave it at your doorstep
all bells and whistles loudly chiming
on your stoop. whatever will the neighbors say?
but you can run an effect on a sub. once i made one cry and go home.
yoyos in the hall all morning
and we just laughed and laughed
until marching to the principal's office
YOU'RE NO PAL OF MINE
ah, youth.
dear children,
you must excuse me but i have an earache and will need to sleep for at least the next six years of your life.
sincerely,
g---
if you insist.
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