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Dragnet Magazine Why I Am Different from Margaret Atwood and What I Don’t Gain from Humping Duvets by Erica Schmidt I have nothing to show for would not open a bottle of screw-top wine my evenings humping duvets. and roll up her lime-green turquoise- Surely Margaret Atwood never daisied duvet and hump it profusely, so spends her evenings humping that she wouldn’t be horny for her date duvets. When such evenings occur, the with a man she has no desire of sleeping nervous-void, anxious-boredom evenings, with. She does not go on dates with men Margaret Atwood gathers her creativity she doesn’t want to sleep with. She does together and amalgamates familiar objects not live on streets where they forget to and universally deep occurrences in order pick up the recycling. to arrive at stunning and poignant similes. I get up from my time with my lime- Her similes become poems. Her poems green turquoise-daisied duvet. I decide are recited at shrines. Margaret Atwood that I am about as aroused as possible 32

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