I’m slunk over through Lance
with the news, an arthouse Creature
from the Black Lagoon—
Get the porn princess on the radio already!
Let her set the record straight! Get through
the segment on the future of the church.
Who cares? Let her speak. Don’t ask hard questions.
Just marshmallows. Don’t be too hard on her.
No ghost writers, no short stories. Just two people
in a room. Thank god for spell check—
Because I was frustrated that this is what it would be
like. It was like throwing up.