'Edmonde' by Rebecca Brown, a Reverse Fan Mail made possible by one of APRIL's generous donors last year:
Ed was a one of the mispronounced world, not monde but mund. Because the world we are in’s not right, the world is wrong. When the dark goes away it always comes back, when the light comes back it goes away again. The air goes out of a room sometimes but doesn’t go somewhere else. The pendulum doesn’t swing sometimes but sticks. Sometimes someone’s stuck up, some times something sticks out, a sore thumb or a broken heart or party out of ground up hearts of them like us and others who don’t get it, that is do not want to get whata mis-made mispronounceable messed up a mess the world we have to live in is. We do not get it, do not understand or get it right, we cannot we just won’t. We’ve been told, corrected; we have tried. By faith and Begorrah, (I’m Irish), by Sodom Gomorrah (oh kiss me, I’m Irish, I’m green; Zagorin isn’t), the world will do as the world wilt and we, mund Ed, shall try and try and hard to say something about it with our words.
1) Detroit, Detroit, it’s a helluva town.
Don’t go all eely on me.
defined: A snakelike fish with a slender elongated body and poorly developed fins, proverbial for its slipperiness.
used in a sentence: The man was wanted in a dozen worlds but was as slippery as an eel.*
* That’s from my dictionary app, New Oxford American Dictionary, and I quote.
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