Thursday, March 18, 2010

A life of excess.

The first thing I remember
After a dull arrival
And a little spell of poor digestion

Was the routine commotion of
Educators and other kids' parents
Whittling down the possibilities
Of succession.

Here were evidentiary collections,
In our schoolyard,
Boxcutters and drunken tortured animals.
The faculty from our

Parents' parents' days attended,

Died reading aloud: First names, then, gloriously, offenses.

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