The Art of Tetman Callis

i read a new yorker story the other day
it had everything a new yorker story ought to have
it had lesbians, professors, sexual degradation
multiple marriages, marijuana
alienated children of a certain age
woods and second homes
snow

i could never write a story like that
i don’t know any professors and i have only one home
it’s pitched in the middle of the desert
far from the woods, out where it never snows

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