by Ed Makowski
shortly after High School
I dated a very tall girl
from a family of
Jehovah's Witnesses.
Their very logical
(the story went) mother
drove a Volvo, which
the middle daughter nicknamed
The Vulva. Hearing this would
red face enrage their mother.
I never saw the car
and I never met her parents,
or saw their house in day light.
Although once
the neighbors reported
seeing a “homeless man”
crawling out from under the deck
above their exposed basement
shortly before sunrise
December 18, 2009
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1 comments:
nice work! i like it.
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