Sunday, March 20, 2016

7944. WELLSVILLE MONKEY

WELLSVILLE 
MONKEY
The guardian keeps the keys, 
where no one sees. He lops 
the sides off the bushes with 
a sword; says he feels like 
some machete chieftain in 
darkest Africa. I can't share 
his ideas, since I don't know 
a thing. About that, I mean. 
'I am a cipher for the losing 
side.' That's what I tell him,
and he in turn doesn't 
understand that. 'So,' I say, 
'now we're even.' What a 
miserable laugh this
guy has.

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