I’m going to start a business of making words for you.
You have stop signs for feet.
PLAYING THE DOZENS WITH MY SON BY PAMELA SUMNERS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 74
“You are a master of inconsequence.”
“What does that mean?”
“A person who thinks he’s all that and a bag of chips but who leaves no impact.”
“You mean like a bee-sting on cardboard?”
“Yes. That’s marvelous. Can I have it for a poem?”
“May I,” he correc…