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Revlon

Acquiesce is a scab that won’t heal

and when she picks it that’s when

the world starts to come home.

Norman Bates isn’t just a taxidermist–

he’s using living models! And of course

we know about the girl in the upstairs

room. Such a prim thing, such a

slim thing. Betelg—. So Sally made him

breakfast, made him neat, gave him

breast-perception, recognition, writing-

time. Adjunct Professor, she wrote letters

to Allure, to Seventeen, to Cosmopolitan,

made him Promise to use Pam. She was

clipping the coupons; it was going swell.

But then Oh what a damn thing–Four

and Twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.

Lizzie Borden’s Condensed Milk

Much more than in the Boston papers

the gasoline-soaked rag was lining the

edifice; nearby, a smoldering pack of

matches ignited by a rose. Forty-three

cents dropped in a ditch. Squalor

over the burning yachts. And tenements

which refused to go up with the high-

rises. The birds were not the first birds

to protest–just the first to sit on the wire.

(And maybe the first to shit on cars.)

Meanwhile the majority of Caseys

had struck out. So, yes. She would,

if anyone asked, bring the axe to the

ball-game. O sincere curve, o malingering

splitter. She always kept a cool reserve

of water near.