Maggie Koerner is insanely
beautiful BECAUSE she
looks exactly like
two other women I know
and love and neither one
resembles the other, and
because her dog is an insanely
big huge benevolent fluff
monster of (evidently) love,
joy, dog virtues, and above
and below all: because
I can't even
that voice
her gift
on the songwriting tip
off the insouciant
cock of her just-so
outthrust to-the-side HIP
in a dance move
I couldn't do myself if I
damn
can't even put to words,
her.
That's why I fan
when words fail me, IT'S
TIME to get a road
on the ticket, pick a spot
and save me a space
in the merch line, because
to be a real fan surely
requires at least two (2)
purchases in support
of a living artist.
Or any amount of purchases
in the vain support of a dead
act's damn financial heirs
and assigns. Living
trust me
trust M.K.
is better
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