(hey, for the record, bobo saw this manuscript, knows it's on file (as my
senior honor's transcript) at carnegie mellon's library. he knows i used
his first and last name. i have met a lot of people. i talked about
st.john the roofer, but he'd be laying in my bed while i typed on my
powerbook (i got my powerbook from welfare. they quit giving out cheese
and started handing out computers. that's why the rest of you can't afford
for your wives to get breast implants. sorry. you'll have to get a second
job, no, just get a second wife.)

oh man, me and madge just re-wrote the mister roger's song, "won't you be
my whore?"

anyway, so. okay, just know that i talk about things, people i meet, but i
don't use their names unless they say it's okay.



..I'm Leaving Him

  Ah ha, Bob Wagner

The alley slithers 
with nervous refuse.

I'm walking dangerous
in stolen shoes.

I'm smashing trash cans
with a tire iron.

Trying to find out where I end
and the world begins.






copyright 1994 kathy jo kramer