Personals

by Buff Whitman-Bradley

I sing like a bird.
Let’s meet at the post office.
I’ll be flying a kite that says
“Nobody but me.”

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I know what’s real.
I smell like apricots.
Send me a picture.

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The children are married.
The parrot flew away.
I have a little dog now
Named Gus.
If you are dead
I wish you’d let me know.


Buff Whitman-Bradley has been to jail for justice.