i knew another language
or two.
French
or German.
but only because i have
a thing
for women
over there.
maybe Italian too.
perhaps i should
take some classes
at night and master
another tongue,
then pick
myself
up and move.
but i'm stuck
here
in the cold,
stuck with Betty Loo who
works at the diner,
i'm stuck here
in three feet of snow,
i'm stuck
in Kalamazoo.
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