Out of Breath

[ordinarytime]

When I was fourteen, an English teacher introduced me to poetry I actually liked. I can’t remember his name anymore, although I believe it began with “R,” and I remember he bore a striking resemblance to Elton John, minus the outrageous shades and outfits. We lived in a small town in the southern tier of New York State, where flamboyance was not

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Re: Oh, lovely!

[ordinarytime]

Thanks, Kay. Wanna say it again - in bowling shoes?