please use rear entrance
by Francine DuBois

"if only there was an elevator,"
she says, "i'd live here."

she is gazing up eight stories
at king kong, having recently
discovered a ladder in his
fiberglass ass that must lead
to shangri-la or some
primate utopia.

for the rest of the day,
she imagines having her bills
sent to "254 1/2 King Kong St"
the way some girls always wrote
Mrs. Elvis Presley with flowers
spurting out of the final y.

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