Christopher Mulrooney
foremen
I wrote the letter
just as it was dictated to me later
I folded it three ways and got on the horse
I went the miles and mailed it after three weeks
came the replied contents
inside it was the envelope
it said Thursday replied
there was nothing else
Kottis Ottily
the great hero
they named it after
the branch library
superb with the lame
till our face falls off
Tuesday
I’m writing the novel the screenplay the play of the short story
that appeared in a great journal of the Upper Midwest
some fifteen or twenty years ago now
let me recollect it was an airplane ride from Toledo to Vancouver
a long wait on the tarmac a long time in the air then traffic for miles
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foremen
I wrote the letter
just as it was dictated to me later
I folded it three ways and got on the horse
I went the miles and mailed it after three weeks
came the replied contents
inside it was the envelope
it said Thursday replied
there was nothing else
Kottis Ottily
the great hero
they named it after
the branch library
superb with the lame
till our face falls off
Tuesday
I’m writing the novel the screenplay the play of the short story
that appeared in a great journal of the Upper Midwest
some fifteen or twenty years ago now
let me recollect it was an airplane ride from Toledo to Vancouver
a long wait on the tarmac a long time in the air then traffic for miles