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Old 11-17-2018, 06:36 AM
Aaron Poochigian Aaron Poochigian is offline
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Default Chapter Two, Li-ling Levine

1.2

You woke up wanting morning sex and now
the one you love is kissing porcelain.
For sixteen weeks Li-Ling Levine has been
your better half, your minx, your shrew, your Frau,
and all you wanted was a. . . was. . . Oh, well.
Poor woman, you can hear her retching echo
round and round inside her fancy, Deco
bathroom. What’s up? Sometimes it’s hard to tell
with chicks. You ask, above the ragged din,
“Hey, honey, was it something that you ate?
The sushi maybe? Have you caught the flu?”
A flush resounds, and she comes back to you
with perspiration on anemic skin
and frowzy hair afrizz and says, “I’m late.”

Before you can begin the dread discussion
about the stuff that might be happening
inside of her, your slick new phone goes ding.
The text reads: Hundreds of voluptuous Russian
ladies looking for a dyadya.
Whew!
The Feds have called you in. That bit of spam
means that you have an urgent rendezvous
in Chelsea Park. Director Eight, no doubt,
is there already, dying to lay out
some imminent, apocalyptic damn
monster of a maniacal attack,
that you alone can put an end to.
that you alone can put an end to. You
are still a covert Bureau asset, still
the undergrad galoot they send to smack
sense into crooks, and break their bones, and kill.
Oh yeah, you still are Mr. Either/Or,
but you don’t want to be him anymore.
Who, then? What other trade could you pursue?
Florist? What if you've only got a knack
for ass-kicking?
for ass-kicking? You turn and tell Li-ling,
“Sorry, there’s somethin’ that I gotta do.
Later, we’ll talk about your, maybe, thing.
I mean, we’ve got a sweet deal here. Why spoil it?”

Rather than answering, she dashes back
into the bathroom and begins anew
to heave into her handsome, scalloped toilet.

. . . . .

Lines 32-34 were
Who, then? What other work could you pursue?
Florist? What if you've only got a knack
for kicking ass?

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Old 11-22-2018, 12:32 PM
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I have revised lines 32-34 to:

Who, then? What other trade could you pursue?
Florist? What if you've only got a knack
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Old 11-23-2018, 07:39 PM
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