Listen Between the Lines

she talks in cursive, mainly,

a third grade throwback

of cursing conversive
that tittles i’s

in hearty


red Caps of

illegible drawl



& curly



overdone in

~looping edicts~

& unnecessary crosses

scrawled, and squalling,

and me without

white space to spare…

white out obsolete,

and X’cised from scripted curriculum.

she’s a super girl,



she tells me—

a truly super girl

lost in translation

and her missing booth

in which to change…

a third-rate


& anecdotal antidote

to distract a cryptic Knight.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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