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Kelsea Habecker Smith is currently living in an Inupiat Eskimo village in the Arctic region of Alaska, where she teaches pre-school. During the long, dark winter, "fuck you" is a phrase she often longs to voice at inappropriate times, and is therefore pleased to contribute to this anthology in which she can far more constructively revel in the power of these two ever-alluring words.
Nothing Between the Lines
Fuck is a
U-boat of the
curse word
kingdom,
yielding to nothing,
obliterating everything
unabashedly. Oh
fortress of
untold utilization!
Clearly this kicks all. But,
kiddo, the euphonious
yawp of this
omnipotent
utterance is not
for the weak-hearted.
Understand: once dropped this
cobalt bomb
kills all. This is no
yo-yo you swing
out and call back.
Unless, however, a me
forages along
underneath it, in which
case the whole
kitchenette changes. Then,
yodel it. Yoke it up and
outrun the
unmentionable.