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Dramatic Monologue to a Hesitant Reader Elisabeth Ferrell-Horan i. Why hello there what's your name? I’m poem… What type do you say? Well, what type do you prefer? I can be a naughty little diddyOoh, look at that body, girl! I can be a wicked lez: butch or femme. Eat me, eat you - either way, I’m good. I can be a straight rich white man, listen: For the stars in the sky never fell So hard as the night you left me. ii. I’m trying too hard, aren’t I? It’s just that I feel like there could be something more between us. Something special. It’s been so long since I felt that. My writer tells me I need to get my shit together and win her some money Be in a chapbook, sell some copies. I have no idea what she is talking about. Besides, the writer is essentially a spy. See, I just like to meander along taking you with me Like the tracks under a train

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The Paragon Journal - Issue Ten  

The Paragon Journal is an online literary journal that specializes in helping younger authors find their way in the literary world.

The Paragon Journal - Issue Ten  

The Paragon Journal is an online literary journal that specializes in helping younger authors find their way in the literary world.

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