When the Great Yee Haw! comes knockin' at your door like some Jehovah's Witness on a rollin' thunder chariot, in one hand a Revival Prayer Meeting Barbi TM doll in her birthday suit and in the other hand, his first edition signed copy of Where the Wild Things Are; there's one question he will ask of you:
"How did you treat my Coyotee when he came to stay?"
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Me? I offered him an extra T to wash down the liquor he stole from me. He took it with sugar & cream. For him I made my home a slide show of eyelid tattoos to dream in with ghost fire in the defunct woodstove permanent like, when need occasioned we unpack icicle tears. I fed it haiku porridge when my own BRBQ ribs were busted.. Together we mourned the funeral of the CrackerJack Box. A chronicle grew, devoted albeit haphazard, of his howling mad nonsequiturs romping to extinction and I called it my life.
-J. M.
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