I'm in the library, at school, trying to write an article for the school paper (and I'm not even ON the school paper) . I'm on a forty-five minute deadline to complete a story someone else did poorly - on the edge of my vision I see someone step up to my table - a boy, I can tell, without looking up, from his school uniform. I'm hoping whoever it is will go away..44 minutes.
'Uhh-umm, ' I hear.
My eyes flicker up and I ID 'Everett Priestly' - one of God's less ambitious efforts.
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I was intrigued and amused when i saw this title listed on the 'new poems' list today. Then when i clicked on it i was also attracted by your first name [which i misread as 'Anals'. bri ;)
Anais, though i don't consider this a 'poem', i was VERY ENTERTAINED while reading it. The part about 'we were 7' I did not understand. And 'Elvis' seems a bit of a stretch; may i suggest instead 'Evel Knievel'? Let me look for another of yours to read. bri ;)