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YESTERDAY
Yesterday a strange woman
came up to me in the Loop
and asked, “What’s it like
to be tall and really,
really, really cute?”
I just looked at her
for a second and then
my cell phone rang
and I answered it
and it was the same
woman asking
the same question.
A call was coming through
on call waiting and I flashed
over and it was the same woman.
It sounded like she
had a glass of white wine
in her hand and was clinking
it with her many rings.
My question for the woman is
.
A POEM
We were on Lindell
anyway so we thought
we’d stop in at that
one place but it was
closed so we kept
walking all the way
to Grand and past
Grand and into the
city and all the way
down to the Tap Room
and got totally wasted
and that’s where I am
now writing this poem
outside the Tap Room
behind the dumpster
well sort of leaning
up against the side
of the dumpster and
I don’t know where
everyone else went
.
