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		unpleasantness, our cincinnati home, christmas day.

		mother invited her new polish friends complete with
		25yearold titus from california, for tomorrow.  also
		poet and for weeks now unable to follow up on the
		contact to me asgp or mine.  my heckles are not in upward
		and locked position.

		unbeknownst to me, ostensibly a double date of sorts
		as the grown-ups may pair up to play bridge.  titussitting.

		i bring our running conversation to a head:
		reporting from chicago, calm and certain of having played
		my hand correctly, this is yours truly.

		my mother, sugar higher than normal, asleep at the
		mandatory "i did not fall asleep" phonecall.
		at ease, child.  at ease, father.

		we have a make-up (home and away) session for next
		weekend, just the new year's day, just us skins.

		this is a recording.  polish-jewish anthems at bellum.
		mother said "if it was a girl this would be a nonissue."

		between sobbing.  and i just bought the new pretenders
		singles cd.  "there's one thing that you gotta do-ooo"

		i am heartless.  i cross double cross and
		peel away per father-raper mother-stabber regulation.
		you can get
		any torque you want at marek's mom's restaurant.

		said i:  "exactly true."  by gentleman start your engine
		all's cool.  we're only beads and there's so much string.

		we wove 30 strings together, i leave beads for 6 more
		and forget all the raffia.  it's ok.  it's only a week

		end.


			Marek Lugowski
			25 December 1998 Christmas
			Chicago, Illinois