Alternatively titled "Fuck, a Prose Poem" and "Sophie gets her Beat on".
It gets in my head. I don't have much to say. I've been writing too much poetry lately... it drives you crazy, I think. Someone said something about that, let me find it...
"In no other job have I ever had to deal with such utterly abnormal people. Yes, it is true, poetry does something to them." - Muriel Spark, about working for the Poetry Review.
Maybe it's one of those invented quotes, I'm not sure. I don't know when or where she said it.
Anyway. So this is... I think this started as an exercise in not using punctuation. I did use a little, anyway, in the first draft, and cut it out later because I thought it worked better without. Except apostrophes because let's be serious here, we're not neanderthals.