Sex it sells and sold me sideways, Devil

me care, the last crass
crawling inappropriate school-girl crush—

a gas in the vernacular note. Li’l

boy drawn balding & big-eyed Charlie Brown.

How he wah-wah-wah
wondered: will you go with me, check / yes- wah:

maybe yes- wah / please don’t check no. Alone,

he left me all alone. He sucks, I don’t

like him, I don’t like
too tall / four square, small / steps & tree / tops, like

Will or, tag / -you’re-it, Roy / Rogers. I want

to love him / do, and God, it’s me, Stacy.
Do you hear me? Third grade, last week, thirty.