Tell It to My Locker Partner

Plucked out of thin air like golden silk spun from the mind of a worm marinated in the cheap tequila unearthed from a pirate ship on the banks of the Mississippi from a flash flood of Cajun Creativity, TELL IT TO MY LOCKER PARTNER reminds us all that death, like Word 95, has no spell-check, and that poetry only performs miracles for those who love chocolate. Three years in the making, thirty-six ...