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the time comes when the tank runs

dry and you have to

refill

if you can.

the vulture swoops low over

you

as you open the manila envelope

from the ivy league university and

read:

“we have to pass on this batch of poems

but we are reading again in the

Fall.”

“you were rejected?” asks my

wife.

“yes.”

“well, fuck them,” she says.

now, there’s loyalty!

the vulture pauses in mid-flight,

defecates,

and flies out of the dining room

window.

and I think, it’s nice that they’ll be

reading again in the

Fall.