About Poetry

Julie has looked up. Why though? Faye looks blankly, shakes her head. Poetry, you were talking about. Julie smiles, touching Fayes cheeks.

Faye lights a cigarette in the wind. I have just never liked it. It beats around bushes. Even when I like it, it is nothing more than a really oblique way of saying the obvious, it seems like.

Julie grins. Her front teeth have a gap. Ol, she says, but consider how very, very few of us have the equipment to deal with the obvious.

Little Expressionless Animals, from Girl with Curious Hair by David Foster Wallace

Author: Viet Nguyen

I thought what I had do was, I had pretend I was one of those Deaf Mutes

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