In conversation with the spirit of Chad Davidson’s (who’s that weirdo?) poem, “A”
Some -sshole once told me -ll letters f-ll
-w-y. He thought only vowels could be sexy,
succulent. Conson-nts -nd educ-tion
-re pouting, disconcerted. Disconcerned.
I wish I could h-ve known the “T” before
you double crossed it, topping it like some
Greek pedest-l. Or the “Y” before it le-rned
h-ndst-nds were for im-gin-ri-ns. I thought
“S”s were some dropped pretense, -nd would
stick to fingerprint cr-cks like sp-ghetti noodles.
Those letters were -lw-ys my f-vorite, but not
so much -s the “B” th-t lends to both bitch
-nd benevolence, to the best hump in the word -lph-bet.
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