23 December 2005

Exhuming Poet X

Poet X
He was wont to lie in bed. He lay, thought, drank tea, whiskey, typed on his laptop, read, got up and drew the curtains open, got up and drew the curtains closed, called his wife.

"Would you like something to eat?" his wife would say.

"I'm not hungry," Poet X would say. "Maybe just some hard sausage."

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