Ann Galbraith

loves Barry Soyers.



Please pray for Lucius Fenn

who suffers greatly whilst shaking hands.



Bonny Polton

loves a pug named Cowl.



Please pray for Olina Korsk

who holds the record for missing fingers.



Leon Bendrix loves Odelia Jonson

who loves Kurt who loves Carlos who loves Paul.



Please pray for Cortland Filby

who handles a dead wasp, a conceit for his mother.



Harold loves looking at Londa's hair under the microscope.

Londa loves plaiting the mane of her pony.



Please pray for Fancy Dancer

who is troubled by the vibrissa in his nostrils.



Nadine St. Clair loves Ogden Smythe

who loves blowing his nose on postage stamps.



Please pray for William Shakespeare

who does not know how much we love him, miss him and think of him.



Yukiko Pearl loves the little bits of toffee

that fall to the floor when Jeffrey is done with his snack.



Please pray for the florist Marieko

who wraps roses in a paper cone then punches the wrong code.



Muriel Frame loves retelling the incident

that happened on the afternoon of November third.



Please pray for our teacher Ursula Twombly

who does not know the half of it.



By the radiator in a wooden chair

wearing woolen stockings sits a little girl

in a dunce's cap, a paper cone rolled to a point

and inverted on her hair; she's got her hands

in her lap and her head bowed down, her chin

is trembling with having been singled out like this

and she is sincere in her fervent wish to die.



Take it away and give it to the Tartars

who roll gloriously into battle.