MARCH 8, 2006

MAN, IT’S COLD

Frigid day, hands cold.
Em and Jo and Mom are home.
Me: Lonely, working.

EMERSON’S IMAGINARY BEST FRIEND IS NOW A GOOD BAT

Betty Bat is good
now, when he was bad before.
He has seen the light.

He has moved from Croc
Island, to a good-bat place.
He likes it there, she says.

He sings the good song,
she says, not the bad
song anymore.

(Which went like this:
Bad people, go away,
Betty Bat will take you to jail
and you are bad, so you’re
going to jail
with all the other bad people.)

BETTY BAT, ONE MORE THING

He’s a bat. Small, black,
he sleeps upsidedown and he
has taught her to
sleep that way as well.

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