I Cry To Let Everything Out

Each Reader Has To Find Her Or His Own Message Within A Book.

Did You Read Last Nights Assignments?" Say "yes'" And Get Hammered Again. Say "no'" And The Same Thing Would Happen.

I Wonder How Long It Would Take For Anyone To Notice If I Just Stopped Talking.

I Stand In The Center Aisle Of The Auditorium, A Wounded Zebra In A National Geographic Special, Looking For Someone, Anyone To Sit Next To. A Predator Approaches: Gray Jock Buzz Cut, Whistle Around A Neck Thicker Than His Head. Probably A Social Studies Teacher, Hired To Coach A Blood Sport.

What Do I Want? The Answer To That Question Does Not Exist.