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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