Sunday, May 16, 2010

more 1/2 eaten airport flavour

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  1. On Tour

    When the radio host said, Now tell us again
    who you are, I knew I was in trouble.
    Flesh becomes flesh, I said. I was just guessing.

    I could see he was disappointed. I'll get you a printout,
    I said, of my DNA. I was clutching at straws.
    My dentist will have on file some X-rays.

    He looked disappointed again, my radio host.
    I'm a cousin,
    I said, to the chimpanzee, with whom you might be
    familiar.He glanced at the clock on the studio wall.

    You have written a book, he prompted, despairing.
    Yes and no, I said. Who is it, or what, writes the book?
    Maybe I'm just a transmitter.

    He felt better. I was talking radio talk. You must rush out
    and buy this new volume, he said. Not to me. To his listeners.
    As for himself, he said, he wasn't much of a reader.

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