Ax the al— to
Sex it sells and sold me sideways, Devil
me care, the last crass
crawling inappropriate school-girl crush—
a gas in the vernacular note. Li’l
boy drawn balding & big-eyed Charlie Brown.
How he wah-wah-wah
wondered: will you go with me, check / yes- wah:
maybe yes- wah / please don’t check no. Alone,
he left me all alone. He sucks, I don’t
like him, I don’t like
too tall / four square, small / steps & tree / tops, like
Will or, tag / -you’re-it, Roy / Rogers. I want
to love him / do, and God, it’s me, Stacy.
Do you hear me? Third grade, last week, thirty.
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About the Author
Stacy Kidd is author of the forthcoming chapbooks A man in a boat in the summer and About Birds. She lives in Salt Lake City.
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