Coeval 1988-04-22

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22 April, 1988
Bethel College
St. Paul, Minnesota
Dissertation to
the Wind
She gathered
her notes
(with effort)
Climbed upon
her soapbox
(with purpose)
Threw
her speech
to the wind
(with pride)
Daniel Z.
Salty A. Klingl
Why I Will Never Go To the Zoo
With Robert Again
so while I was at the drinking fountain that was rusting out and looked like a thousand
pigeons lived on it my friend Robert who had a face like he'd been dropped off
somewhere along the evolutionary road wandered over to the orangutan display and
pushed his face to the glass and said HEY JAY C'MERE LOOK AT THIS APE so I went
because I wasn't thirsty anymore but as I got there the biggest orangutan saw Robert
and was at the glass fast pressing itself toward Robert and smearing its lips all over and
doing things with its its SELF and 1 nearly threw up because I was laughing so hard so 1
pulled Robert away because he was falling in love and we went to see the seals and
throw smashed bits of herring at them so they would act foolish but one HUGE seal
kept stealing all the bits so we hated him and threw our gum to him and Robert tossed
his apartment key and then 1 knew we should leave so we walked by the ape cage on
the way out and the pervert ape saw Robert again and flew to the glass and smashed
himself against Robert and Robert fell in love again and I said geez Robert I should
write a book about you.
Jason Miller
Catadysm
We had a song that winter.
He kissed me in a pool of love and hate and pain and fear
And tears and dripping desire
On the floor of that apartment across from the hospital
With the ambulances screaming below.
The rug stunk of hamburger grease
And the stairwells of bad foreign food.
I could have made it a castle had I hung my tapestries,
But it's rented to someone else now
And the song will never play again
We had the only copy of the only tape.
If someone conjured it now
Using a radio or a jukebox or even humming on the bus
I feel the sun would go black, the sky crack and
The seven horses roar forth
Suzi Christensen
A Student Literary Arts Magazine
Special Edition of the Clarion