Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Ithaca, NY
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Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Wan, pale, red-eyed, she’s
the poster wife of Wynette’s
song, “Stand By Your Man.”
When a righteous man
is caught with his pants down, it’s
likely he’ll get spanked.
Geeks transformed into
leading men stop hearts, but then
revert back next day.
From an estate sale –
pendulum clock. Westminster
chimes now count my days.
Emily Bronte * labored quietly but I * scream “Here are my words!”
It’s said women swoon
at his rallies, yet his wife
once called him stinky.
It’s fun to see what
it’s like and then go back to
being nobody.
Tourists whisked to the
top while on tenant floors, one
hears “shhhhhhsss” like secrets.
In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.