I’m still cleaning and organizing and this morning I found the poetry collection that my sister made on a typewriter when she was about six. We found it several years ago when she was cleaning out her room at our mom’s house, and she said I could have it to reproduce and sell at zine fairs. Maybe I’ll bring it to Brooklyn with me on Saturday. It’s called The Bumblibee and I think it’s the best book I’ve ever read. This is how it ends:
FARWHELE POME
FARWELE FARWELE I am soory to say
But it Is the end of today
BY