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(THIS GUY?) indiscriminately splits it down the middle
and stuffs in the crumpled, collected pages
saying Ted would hate anything so serious
in his name without a poetic interlude.
So then, us both being children of the 'puter age,
he takes me downstairs to surf the web -
weird movie on the screen, some not-so-modern-day war
going on around a nekkid guy strung up on a pole.
He must be old or once fat and now starved
because his skin bags around him. The reception's
terrible and my new friend adjusts rabbit ears
on top of the monitor to bring the webcast
from China a bit closer, but he gives up. Besides,
the shooting of a REAL movie is happening
right in the rumpus room - screaming children
running from a swarm of monsters that look more like
amoeboid jelly donuts than anything too scary
(until I see the clip with computer-enhanced
special effects, YOWEE!). The main character,
a slight boy with almond-shaped eyes,
sits at the table with us afterwards in a highchair
so he can see. I smile at him, but am drawn
to the woman presiding over the table as is everyone else, she is
mesmerizing - damn, who IS she?
Someone calls out Mary! and with a start,
I realize it�s Mary Magdelene, herself. The boy actor's
making her blush with his intimations
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and it dawns on me that he's not a child but a man.
Mary's shushing him, but you can tell
she wants us to hear about them doing it.
I'm flabbergasted and keep mumbling,
How can it be? How can it be? Mary is Ted�s.
Mary Magdelene belongs to Ted.
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