she had this exotic name
like
Xena or Hydrangea or
Oceana or Cthulhu and from
time to time wed
correspond
about poems and life
and one day she said
__________ was publishing
her next chapbook
I told her dont
waste your time
what do you mean?
she asked
well I said a
few of us
dont like __________
and
I cant tell you
anymore
than I already have
what if I send you
a picture of my tits?
will you then tell me
your secrets?
I said that wouldnt be
necessary
I just needed to see
which side she was on
__________s or
ours.
she called me later that the
day
I told her some secrets
not many, but enough
to hold her over,
enough to get the message
across that __________ was
a real shady publisher with
a bizarre reputation and
that she should be careful
after we hung up
she sent me a picture
of herself laying in bed
shirt off, two perfectly
pierced tits
smiling from 1936 miles
away
and not knowing
what to make
of the whole situation
I thanked her
and stared at the
picture for a while.