Issue 162, Summer 2002
I was born in a town with two traffic lights.
It was always early in the morning.
The birds did not have feathers, or beaks.
Filmmakers grew here like rodents.
Therefore I was doing stunts again,
approaching the watercooler from several directions.
The body bags kept showing up
at the front door. Half the time
the clocks didn't chime or work.