you purse your lips
and arch your
eye brows
in paranthetical
twitches. you
have become
william f.
buckley. you start
throwing around
five dollar words
like paranthetical.
you place a finger
on your jutting chin,
and let the bemused
look on your face
turn into a toothy
grin, then laughter.
you are floating
in a wide shoulder
suit with a thin
black tie.