Memo
To: Junie
From: Paige
Re: Casper the friendly ghost writer
Just wanted to touch base with you before my 10 o'clock.
Casper is working out better than I expected.
Lord knows he puts up with an excruciating amount of nonsense from our institutionalized friend, who; by the way; will not answer to his/her name any longer. Preferring instead, to be called brands of high protein snack foods.
The snack truck; shall we say; has been turned in yet another direction.
Here's a sample of our client's new poetry
It's time for medication
for pills of many colores
I make this decication
to my hotty nurse Dolores
Hubba
Hubba
Did you spit out your mimosa Junie?
It's awful, isn't it?
But B.B. is thrilled, so we're going to have to tolerate the slop.
At least we have Casper. So our editing will be minimal.
Here's another.
The sparks of flame
shot out my face
and lingered in the space
between the ceiling and my face
I thought about the human race
and came to the conclusion
that all the world's a stage
of an imaginary illusion
I called to him
I called to her
Come get me rotten rancid child
I hate you once
I hate you twice
You freakin dirty pedophiles
We'll talk over lunch.
