Peter the poetry prof
presumed (possibly preferred the idea) that Kim and I were past platonic; the
possibility was pooh-poohed. Had he predicted that someday I’d pack up and pop
down to Pennsylvania to pick her up for a k.d. lang performance, he’d probably
see it as proof of his prescience or public admission of perjury.
LOVE it!
ReplyDeleteAnd you are positively peerless and personify perfection.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. In all ways.
ReplyDeleteMargaret Atwood wrote a children's book "Princess Prunella and and the Purple Peanut". I listened to her explain the P is the funniest letter on a radio interview. How was k.d?
ReplyDeletePerfection!
DeleteAh, Peter, a poet who pontificated about an Idiot Princess, and now lives in Palmetto, FL. Who we knew was a bit of a prick, albeit only peevishly so. He would have been proud, and perplexed, and perhaps even poisonously petty, about our peregrination. (And sadly, I do miss him, a tiny bit!)
ReplyDeleteI had peregrination in my first draft. And this is so much better than mine! xxoo
DeleteSo you two knew each other at Juniata?
ReplyDeleteGeorge Mason! (I just took a couple of grad classes—wasn't really enrolled.)
DeleteAnd I was enrolled, but burned out before finishing my MFA. It was a pretty inferno!
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