here’s a new batch for you. I know
that i erred when i couldn’t resist
and sent several times when you
specifically scowl on excessive
submissions. I guess i was overly
anxious, yearning a slot in your very
fine journal. I’m not really obsessive,
nor one for theatrics, not one to be
seen on NBC’s dateline. My “crazy”
consists of choosing mice over men
and feeding of squirrels and other
stray roamers that pop up on my patio.
I don’t shower on Sundays and i’ve spat
gum on the garden state parkway simply
because there was no place to park it.
so i’ve put my red dress on and my
push up brassierre and i’m hitting
“submit,” once again.
