col’s blog

i came across a treasure trove of old stuff at my mom’s house today. for starters, a poem i wrote in the fifth grade. click on it to see it in context. what a suck up — that yuka. for the record, miss suss was cross-eyed and not all that attractive. i recall making up a little chant about her: “she wiggles when she walks, she walks when she wiggles.” we sang it quietly to the shake of her ass as she led us down the hall in a long straight line.

the scanner’s temperamental tonight so that’s all for now.