Classic poem of the day
The strongman is an object for hilarity among the yokel kids. His pectorals and gluteus, slabs he flutters at will, are all the sex they've ever seen closeup. Once outside Albany, a hilly cowtown, he found a boy in overalls crying in his trailer after the show. “I lost the bet,” the boy says, “I got to ask you if you're queer.” The strongman takes some iced tea from his cooler, mixes in some gin, pinches the boy's triceps so he goes green with pain. “What I like,” he says, “is quee......
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It takes a sibling to sense her brother’s needs this day of days when futures are at stake.
Graduation end point,
School of excellence,
marks assigned by dons with cool detachment.
Ray of light, ray of hope, the twinkle in my sister’s eyes as she scoured every moth-infested drawer within reach.
Guardian angel, curator, organizer and locator of a thousand bone ups.
To dos on sticky paper, insights on forgotten files and other mo...
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