Or, Poly Poly Poly Poly Polymenorrhea! (to the tune of Karma Chameleon)

 Well, I missed the Trout Lake poetry picnic at which I was supposed to read. And I feel like a giant asshole. Or, to be more precise, a giant uterus. A giant uterus that makes promises and then doesn't fulfill them. An unreliable uterus. 


--Hey, anybody seen that giant uterus?

Nah, it never shows up when it says it's going to. 

--What a jerk uterus!

I know, right?

I'm going to see what I can work into Urban Dictionary. Also, I...
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