Demons and Dresses

My sources tell me that you're not quite feeling like yourself anymore. They say your manner's changed completely, That your jeans are feeling empty; Empty For the first time. Don't worry. I don't believe these things they whisper When they think that no one heeds their words. I don't believe the scary things they say, O comedian, O man of Christ. I about cried when I heard That you aren't Funny Anymore . But once again I remind you, friend, That I believe this not. There is no such thing in all the world As what they say you've done. And you are never perverse, my friend. You are never perverse. I revel in your jokes and expertise And know that you could not, Would not, Be capable of such a sin. No, my friend, no one is as perverse As that.I once knew a man that was my aunt's best friend's husband. He could make the laugh whenever he was around and I loved that, but what I loved most was that he was a writer. A real professional writer. Once I learned that, I felt honored to know him. Then I heard that he had left his wife in order to get a sex change and live as a woman. I was probably about ten or so at the time and the idea horrified me. We excommunicated him and none of us ever saw him again. Written September 20th, 2001 © on Sep 20 2001 01:19 PM PST, Katrina Armour   0 • 10