Frankenweenie

Rascal had surgery today. There is a huge incision with stitches on his eyelid, and all around the eye is shaved. He looks like the Terminator. Or Frankenweenie. Here's a bad poem that I just cranked out to turn in tomorrow and to revise extensively later on in the semester.

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Until She walks through the front door

of my eccentric record store, exasperated

and drenched, to stand wringing

her hair onto the laminate floor

in drops and waves together, shining,

our eyes locked upon each other, I

have need of a placeholder.

Placeholder, noun: someone whom

I may tolerate, endure, possibly understand

occasionally, find typos with and engage

in repartee. Someone to cook for, whose

biological and sociological needs may come

first. Someone with whom I can completely

disappear into the desert, where it never rains.