Poetry and the literary culture I'm growing in a milk carton
Sunday, October 06, 2002
Funny, I gave everyone the words in a bag exercise (where there are a bunch of random words in a bag, and you have to choose a certain number and make a poem), and the class finished before I did. I couldn't get past "rub your cinnamon genitals against my toilet, Nightmare house." Of course I got the word genitals. Of course. I should have known when I put it in the bag, I would pick that word. Along with the word, rub.