Toes Above the Rest

Hey Tommy. What up, buttercup? Find me on my toes. St. Petersburg stretch partner. Full dance in dream as we sleep together. There is light there and perfection in the lengthening of limbs. Lift me just once. My audition for the Russian Royal Ballet was at Fairview Riverside Hospital with my partner Gavril(born in Moscow). His mother was the premiere ballerina at the time. We will see when we can pencil that in. Dreams can come true in just moments of time and we go back to coping with war. It is more subtle than the bitches and whores know. Just play them like a mutha fucka. Start with my brother and call him PETE on a landline. Change his listing in Duluth. Program his life "for community and self safety." I blow my whistle baby. Let's go. Whistle while you work it. Spit out that pagan soup and let's go get some beef that ain't KOBE. Angus is just right for me. Cadillac Grille would be a thrill. This Superbowl is too soon, maybe Valentines Day instead. Your head would be all ELEPHANT MAN because that is my ex-step father's actual birthday. We can be cultural in the Twin Cities, but we don't have to be. Everything rests on a key. Line Deputy needs to marry me, actually. It is so not an ogar thing to do. Just convince him that yee are the key and he is now impotent to stop you from gettin to the behind line first. Can't you use his malady to create a pleasant reality? Power to the part of you who accepted physical pain today in a toe stub incident.