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Weep for John Keats by Jennifer Reeser She's the victimizer to his victim, his Amazon, his G.I. Jane. He swoons. "Less is more - and less, dear" is his dictum. He's threatened by those Superman cartoons, and cannot seem to hide the fact with grace. (She tells him it's a form of woman-hating when Clark Kent takes the lead in an embrace). They're clipped, those wings wherein she keeps him waiting - but then, her clock is winding down in pace. He fixes the alarm each night, debating where best to set his watch and second face. © Jennifer Reeser « Home | Contributor Notes » |
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