Ken Pobo

The National Enquirer comforts me. How lovely to think of Elvis's face on Mars--all that red space full of "Indescribably Blue" or "Help Me." Or Michael Landon returning-- it helps to know Heaven tunes us in even in summer. Oh, the mad passionate divorces-- Sean and Madonna, wonderful Liz and you name him, and does Dolly sleep with her husband, Kenny Rogers (please god, no) or a woman in a photograph? Innuendo is coin of the realm. What you say is what you get twisted. What solace in all the celebrity diets, miracles that happen in basements and in crazed Montana fields where tulips lie themselves open, breathe out bees and sing. ****

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