two for poetry month

One cannot begin a poem without some scrap of error about oneself or the world.
--Rene Char

"Do you know what poetry is?"
"Yes," replied Anna. "It's sort of like sewing."
"I see," Old Woody nodded, "and what do you mean by sewing?"
...."Well, it's making something from different bits that is different from all the bits."
"Um," said Old Woody, "I think that is rather a good definition of poetry."
--Mister God This is Anna

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hell's bathroom part 2: urinal faux pas

( Further adventures in crossdressing, or: So there we are, locked in a stall in the men's bathroom, and the guy at the urinal starts jerking off. )

Next time: tube steak, smelling like a man, and experimental conclusions