Today, Randall Mann is Teacher on Twitter, not Randal Jacobs (who is too busy channeling flower arrangements in Harlem), although I all ready Miss him, too. Tomorrow, I’d have relearned loss in a custom-made see-through collar, coated in Silver Serfers. Yesterday, my Tom Boy cousin, Leslie caressed our corpse farewell. Twice forbidden because not only does She leave wildfires in her wake like an Ofan Siren on weekends, but Auntie Bette transmigrated from Jersey to Sodom for their Wedding Banquet: The Year 7108 Islands came undone. Arvin, mi Gay cousin inn China, was not in attendance, as far as serpentine vision underwater is concerned. We call her Edith, when homesick, pronounced Edit, after The Flood. AKA Disarming Children of Lot. Date of Death, Unknowable.
