You’ll probably not even read this, snuffy man you. I’m with someone new, so why do I keep remembering being your groupie (made sure you always had water), your weird chickie poo, your June-bug? Time has taken us away from one another, and you know I honor my commitments, just as I know you have a little party all your own every morning. It’s over, yes, yes, yes. But maybe we could meet secretly, like spies, and talk in our secret language. That would be… nice. Yep, as nice as a birthday cake with real bits of cookie dough. Yum, yum. —June Car Ter Ca…sh
This article appears in Dec 8-14, 2011.