![]() | ![]() Funny Business A Special Edition of The East Village Gabe Gudding INFANTRY To Ken Burns My Dearest Beloved Mommy, I have only one diaper left, provisions are running low, yet I will continue ahead with these onerous puddles and snows, until I make General McClelland's camp. He is a big meany but I must rely on him in your absence to feed and nurture me. Mommy, I need cuddles and fear I will get none of your milk in McClelland's camp. Have you sent it on ahead? Yesterday I thought I heard your burping and met a brutal man who pinches me. I crawled away from him last night into some pine barrens. For several hours today as I crept along the trail I was tormented by a bumblebee who poked and fizzled in my hair. Mommy, please send your milk to General McClelland's camp. Send it care of Gen'l McClelland Beater-Upper, Mississippi I will be there in a few days. I am tired and maybe send someone to carry me, any nanny or uncle. Yesterday a male dog tried to mount me. In the clouds this forenoon, I thought I saw a dolphin smiling. She was swimming for the sunlight in the shore stones. Next |