I'm In No Tell Motel This Week

I'm in No Tell Motel this week -- thank you Reb for putting my work on the site. www.notellmotel.org.

Election!

YES WE CAN!

I Laugh

I began with crying, which people felt was dramatic but not really the thing they wanted. Too salty, too Lifetime movie. Barfing didn't do the trick, either. Though it made everyone sick, which was exciting, it didn't rid life of its ennui. That's why I yelled, "I'll laugh." People put me on a pedestal and readied their ears. I did a jig first, to warm up, massaged my jaws, prepared to hear my own giggles. When I did what they wished, everyone clapped without relief. They hands broke and their skin bled. I would've stopped. Even the clowns said, "no mas, no mas," running their unicycles into cars and walls.

The Disagreementing

We disagreemented the revolutackdown. It forumulationed the earbutton in our foreheading. We were scarified of what would happenate. Knowlating the papers in our briefcasement, we fulminaned our cariboots. Plent of disagreementing then in the lastfirstbasicexpert villagity in the univerounty. You can readabout itusyou in the magazinenewspapergraveyard on our tombmoodrings.