Archive for the ‘T-shirt’ Category
! ! ! is pronounced by repeating thrice any monosyllabic sound. Chk Chk Chk is the most common pronunciation, but they could just as easily be called Pow Pow Pow, Bam Bam Bam, Uh Uh Uh, etc.
But Saturday is Abjective day, and Eric Beeny‘s story this week, Milk Like a Melted Ghost, is no exception. To being a story in Abjective on Saturday, I mean. Another one that makes me realize how original combinations of words and sentences and paragraphs can be. An example: Little yellow birds flew out of their shells, she fell to her knees, the birds flying around her head, a locked cage. This image is going to be flying around my head for some time, I think.
Something else, though– Kim Chinquee has 3 stories in The Collagist, one of which very coincidentally has a connection with Eric Beeny’s Abjective story. I won’t say exactly what, because I don’t want to spoil anyone. Hint: it rhymes with “laceless Roman.”
The Title of this Poem Is Really Long. It Is: I Am Often Horrified by the Words that Come Out of My Mouth
I should always wear a t-shirt
I Am So
My first boyfriend
wore t-shirts all the time.
He had glasses, and
dimples when he smiled.
He was the first boy
I ever really
ever really loved
I think he wears ties and stuff now.
Don’t wear that t-shirt. It’s
mine. Wear this
one– it belonged to the
Abraham Lincoln, who died
helping slaves escape to freedom
long after the Civil War
was over. He just didn’t know.
Here. It doesn’t mean anything.