Christ  I got irate yesterday

You?   Irate?

Don bust my balls

I’m not.

          On you it’s not a character flaw.

    Is tha a compliment

As close as I’ll ever get to givin’ yaone.

                                           About what?

D-Day

        None of my gmail newsfeeds my politics the girls were fightin none mentioned D-Day Nineteenfortyfour  None of my literary my art pages either

Not a one

When I woke in the morningnot out of bed a minute makin it I thought  Todays D-Day  All my uncles six fought in it two wounded all survived

My fatherinlaw in the Pacific

My best friends father in the Pacific Lied about his age a Marine killing Japs at sixteen

    Not a fuckin word

Had to call my Dad to blow off steam

Asked him if D-Day was carried on the front page of the Chicago TribuneNo

He said What do you expect, son?  All those boys are dead now.

Deads not forgotten Dad

No, son, it’s not. Angiven your memory . . . you’ll continue it in their stead.

That’s was kind of him to say.

Yah  He helped takin me down a peg or two I coudnt go out till the afternoon walk among amnesiacs fuckin America amnestic America

                          Christ

Still hot?

I am

       Crush of amnesiacs who suffer need to be instantly gratified

                                                              Cunts

Awfully hot.

I am

    Might suppose . . .

 

 

Sppose   Wha

Might suppose that’s whaya get for being a paperboy keeping the routes ten years deliveringem into your freshman year of college.

    Steeped . . . in history.

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