There was a man on the doorstep, all leatherette shoes and easy iron trousers. When I say doorstep I mean the pavement between the threshold and the hazard lines of a busy junction.
His head, too ... [+]
His head, too ... [+]
Charles Joseph Albert lives with his wife and 3 teenage sons, works as a metallurgist, and only writes when no one is looking. Except maybe his dog.
"The Poison Oak Rash" is in Short Circuit #10, Short Édition's quarterly review.
The histamine rush
from scratching this rash
makes me think that there must
be some really good cash
in selling the shameless
a new herbal boon:
buy a poison oak compress,
and itch till you swoon!
from scratching this rash
makes me think that there must
be some really good cash
in selling the shameless
a new herbal boon:
buy a poison oak compress,
and itch till you swoon!
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