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| Loveletter to an Etruscan 40x30x0.1 cm - drawing overlayed with wax |
LITTLE THIEF, ROUGHNECK GIRL
for Joyce and Virginia
She liked watching William Buckley
on channel 9, though all she
understood of his
Etonian stutter rap was, i.e.: she’d say
i.e., I love you princess, i.e., I’ll kill
you in a heartbeat, dude, i.e., I can blow you
off the face of this earth with my
pot-smoking charisma, etc., in other words
a petty thief, for if you
left something out small enough
to fit in her pocket
it was gone, i.e., pilfered, i.e., ripped off, etc.
striding through summer barefoot
teaching boys how to paint their toenails
blowing fiercely on wet wrigglers fiercely
the way she battled her über-American girlfriend—white Levi jacket,
tight jeans, perfect sunglasses—with whom she was
shacked up the July of her twentieth year, they fit like
foot in glove, hoof and mouth, proof that opposites don’t
so much attract as collide going really fast
down a dirt road lined with cyclotron
water melons and rag weed
like two particles, one in Copenhagen
the other in an alternate universe
going i.e i.e. i.e. in other words
blow you off the face of this earth with my Smith & Wesson charisma, etc.
