Here is a picture of a bat erection, lookin' so good, to accompany the announcement that I have a poem appearing in the current issue of Bat City Review! Who cares about a poem, though, when the issue also contains anatomically-correct foxes with full-on penises drawn by a child E.E. Cummings? Oh, look at that, for once in my life I had a reason to post triple-X wildlife dick and I took it, because in this case it is so so appropriate to the situation.
The first week I worked at the diner--yes it is a DINER, I am a "broad" now I guess--I received so many rejections that I actually began to fear my mailbox, and not just because there are wasps living in it. I took this to mean that God had recently cut himself a fresh Joker mouth to laugh at me through. HOWEVER, the Joker mouth soon changed its tune and began to french me, because in the last month I have had acceptances from Quarterly West, The Cincinnati Review, Witness, and Copper Nickel. Does this mean...do I have to work at a diner forever now? Is this the worst good luck charm a person ever had?
6 comments:
VERY impressive! Scoring with those poems, I mean. I already knew the deal on bat-junk.
Really? Because I didn't. I imagined bat-junk as being enfolded in another, smaller, more sexual pair of bat wings, which unfurl when it is Time.
As Orson Welles once said, "We shall unfurl no bat weiner-wings before it is time."
The literary editors' eyes are now open to the searing blaze of your cometary talent. But now, as a socially conscious person, you are confronted with the age-old delimma: In which capacity are you contributing more to mankind? Is it more important to feed the soul or the belly? Is there greater good in writing or waitressing? Sonnets or sandwiches? Odes or omelets? Which, oh, which shall you choose? Don't spend too many sleepless nights reaching a decision.
I used to live in Bat City (Austin, TX). They have a bridge there that houses thousands of bats, and during the Summer, every twilight they all fly out together.
I like that magazine. Congratulations!
whatever, asshole, at least you're getting published, and plus you get to post big hard bat wieners, so fuck you, so much.
i agree that that was unnecessarily aggressive.
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