for twenty-five minutes while he forked his porky wisdom
over that green leather desk blotter and she, good birdie,
took it, took it in, twice her weight in churchly sophistry.
And I love her moment of imagine assertion (of course, a Lucky Strike!) juxtoposed against the real life quiet assertion at the end. "Just because she could."
fantastic. complete.
Soooo gooood.
So real. So relatable. I love yout Catholic-ish poems!
Thank you. And the irony is that I wasn’t raised very Catholic at all.
Oh wow, such a strong image!
nodding like a parakeet
for twenty-five minutes while he forked his porky wisdom
over that green leather desk blotter and she, good birdie,
took it, took it in, twice her weight in churchly sophistry.
And I love her moment of imagine assertion (of course, a Lucky Strike!) juxtoposed against the real life quiet assertion at the end. "Just because she could."
This has cinematic possibilities. Aside from that it's just frighteningly good.
Well, BOO! 🤣
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Wow.