Tom Beckett
Don’t look
at Medusa.
She’ll make
you hard.
*
The Chorus
starts chanting:
“Percy,
don’t be
a pussy.
Don’t be
a pussy…”
*
Medusa sees
herself in
his defenses.
And gives
him head.
*
Mad Sue,
You made
us. Our
relationship.
I mean…
Know what
I’m saying?
Love, Piercy.
*
Dear Pursey,
Usually your
speech resembles
white noise:
The hissing
which follows
me wherever
I go.
Ma Dues
*
Medusa’s sisters
are hot—
goddesses, really.
Medusa’s human —
all too.
She’s toothsome,
but noumenal.
*
P’s Mom’s
golden showers
a part
of family
lore that’s
best forgot.
*
M,
Sometimes myself,
sometimes others
see you
in me:
The fossil
record of
your qualities
and expressions.
P
*
Parsey,
You are
not me
because I
swallowed you.
Sincerely,
Amused
*
Tom Beckett lives and writes in Kent, Ohio.
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Don’t look
at Medusa.
She’ll make
you hard.
*
The Chorus
starts chanting:
“Percy,
don’t be
a pussy.
Don’t be
a pussy…”
*
Medusa sees
herself in
his defenses.
And gives
him head.
*
Mad Sue,
You made
us. Our
relationship.
I mean…
Know what
I’m saying?
Love, Piercy.
*
Dear Pursey,
Usually your
speech resembles
white noise:
The hissing
which follows
me wherever
I go.
Ma Dues
*
Medusa’s sisters
are hot—
goddesses, really.
Medusa’s human —
all too.
She’s toothsome,
but noumenal.
*
P’s Mom’s
golden showers
a part
of family
lore that’s
best forgot.
*
M,
Sometimes myself,
sometimes others
see you
in me:
The fossil
record of
your qualities
and expressions.
P
*
Parsey,
You are
not me
because I
swallowed you.
Sincerely,
Amused
*
Tom Beckett lives and writes in Kent, Ohio.