you are the professor
you are the professor by DIY Danna You can build a Ham Radio out of coconuts But you can’t figure out how to fall like
you are the professor by DIY Danna You can build a Ham Radio out of coconuts But you can’t figure out how to fall like
the sound a fallen angel makes when he hits the ground by DIY Danna Gabriel’s fingers hit the cubicle. Clank! As he whispers goodbye to
a fat girl’s beginning dance lesson (for joyce carol oates) By ? she’s taking salsa steps on the concrete a rare feat of agility for
the madwoman of congress street bridge (or, how i committed social suicide) By DIY Danna for you who died crossing the congress street bridge one
moonlight with father o’sullivan By DIY Danna After you kiss my neck goodbye tonight the toilet seat impregnates me with twin thoughts of a sailboat
lotto winner By DIY Danna i crawling out of bed champagne for brains swimming in her head she presses the snooze button and granny gets
and you will know me by the trail of ding dongs by DIY Danna Running like a rat on the treadmill away from those soiled