FUGUE, Vol. 1, No.1 ferently than it did Joe. So, I went back to bed. I dido 't wake up again until around eight. I staggered out, too late for breakfast. I just went about my chores. All day I thought about turning myself in. But I never did.D
I lay there in the twilight. feeling my head throb. At fll'St. I wanted to get up and go and turn myself in. But when I got up, I puked a little and heaved a lot. a lot of nothing but bad breath that burned the inside of my nose. I guess Coors affected me dif-
Murmur to my heart a sleepy ash of song Softly wrestle my heart to the floor Like a lily in the rain Shriek angrily at the gale Which chews my soul away Kill the monster What tries to lunge between us. A huge dragon of anger and pain The stroke of your pen Writes a letter to my heart It makes me hunger for your sweet caress. Loudly proclaim our love unto the world. And feed me life As soup from a bowl.
- Dwayne Rogge
The Literary Digest of the University of Idaho