A Prose Poem for Anne Boyer
Huguenot. Astronaut. Negation. Antecedent….
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Let's just talk about Anne Boyer at 4:15 am or the where and when she spends her time pumping iron from her thorns. And it's not that I am Anne Boyer for if I was that Astronaut of proportions (slim), I would say that in Athens, Greece I saw a shirt that said “Men Do Sexy” for 160 Euros. Anne, I cannot afford a sexy shirt, but I can admire the ass of the UPS man who comes to the English Department once a day. And if I say, hey UPS man, take me for a ride on your UPS ship, he might say, are you the infamous Anne Boyer? And if you say, why yes I Am Anne then he might ask Do men do sexy? And if you say, my Anne Slim, Anne, Men do not do sexy in Athens, Greece in quintessential Anne negation I will ask what was your antecedent Anne who made you so, so sexy. And you will say, Dear Sandra, Sand—at 4:15 I Am Anne, but we should speak of other things of deer and lambs or forms or thorns or polymers. Let's see.
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