idonknowthatiwannagoagainstonyxelle.
You know what they say about the unknown quality, the veiled one, the one who usually turns out to be a ringer?
The one who is really a staff writer for the
NEW YORKER , an editor for the
ATLANTIC MONTHLY
or the winner of last year's
William Saroyan International Prize for Writing ,
but that's not what's worrying me.
What's worrying me is how can I compete with someone who can put together two words better than I can put together 600?
onyx elle
It's a one word poem.
Does everyone else see how it really looks like one word but can sound like three? Damn.
I'm going to go listen to some Coltrane and pretend that Monday won't ever come.
Joe