someone will take you, poem
don’t give up
keep fighting the good fight
chin up

sex with coworkers
is not recommended

He imagines moving to kiss her
And her pirouetting away,
Not knowing if she’s compelled to practice
At that very impractical instant, or attempting to play,

The wife of a goat is a goatee, a bearded lady in the circus, three bristly hairs on her chinny chin chin, trimmed and smoothed into a lively point, making the point that hair defines gender, sort of.

Dear Abby,

What should I do when a slightly more obnoxious version of myself from a nearly identical universe finds a portal through his refrigerator into my universe, shows up totally unannounced, criticizes my taste in music and literature, and then eats all my chocolate covered pretzels?