kitteh searches 4 her pencils, her numbars,
her nubians, her promotishinal papers.
they B all in your hair, I tells her, wut
can I say? Nuffin. Gives me dat pees
uf papur & den we’ll talk. Gives me
a little bit uf your hair. Da air
is fulluf it & dis unhelthi relatshunships
wiffout pilots and nevah takins off,
nevah sayin anyfing, but complains:
me stomach is too big, it carries
butterflyse carry-ons & butter
cups around ur humps like a
nevah-sayin-nuffin pees uf
adminstrative silence.
06/10/2008
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