THE MUSEYou owe me. Pay up. According to my accounts, you have...
CASUAL FRIENDSend lies to the people listed below....
THE AWARDS COMMITTEEThis is to notify you that--but what's the use?...
THE WISEThe world could fall to pieces with no notice....
UNCLE ALA chicken is a touchy creature....
THE OTHERSHere where we live the lines are down and the surprises build into snowbanks...
DANNYDusty Clinton Township kids making paper roosters and snowball...
SAMUEL RENSBERGER I am your grandfather's grandfather and through my wakeless sleep I dream...
OLD NEIGHBOREast across low muddy fields and behind the screening trees you can see...
THE WORM COUNCILWe call your attention to worms. Though sweeping ice age disaster...
THE HERONI flew in down by the round deep pond behind your house...
WITNESSI saw the largest moon ever rise huge bright yellow, sailing where it cared to...
Dear Eric,
This is to notify you that--but what's the use? You with your sloppy
ways have already tossed this where you think it belongs, in the garbage
with the tuna can torn open in a state of hunger. And down there, in the
trashbag, underneath the coffee grounds and next to that despised bill,
ignored like the used Kleenex or the junk mail, this letter will sit
till doomsday or the trash goes out.
Open me. Rip my pasted lip wide. Think twice about dumping every piece of
mail today with the eggshells, the used-up wine bottles, the spoiled meat
and the bones.
This is to notify you that another chance is gone. What you would have
gotten you'll never know.
The Awards Committee
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