Monday, September 13, 2010

Paper Girl,

I know,
Me too.
I'll get an assignment that's like; start with a metaphor, say something outrageous, alternate between five and seven words per line, stop at twenty lines, end with the same metaphor you used in the first line.
And, whoa, hold the phone Nelly Bly!
Why would I sleep outside in a refrigerator box lined with garbage bags, when I've made a nice bed for myself right over there on the screened in porch, it's downy and original.
Oh well my friend.
The check's already in the mail.
I'll just pretend it's a Joseph Cornell box.
The dove is bleeding.
Be home soon.

Love, Skin, Toast, fresh out

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