Renée R.

He'd come a way that few could understand, it was a vital step, a coup de grace. They had predicted he would die of fright and as he carried on I thought he might. he was at liberty to go headfirst and drunk into a deep crevasse, to burst. Instead he signed the lease for only one at Luther Hall. Son of a gun. There was a janitor, he said 'my son', Put off, I walked away to close my ears, there were no written laws, for scholarships no rent to pay and no arrears, there was Renée of course, her trembling lips. They did provide a case, vinyl at best, all papers were to be sent in to stay, each Monday was a day of total rest, but every Wednesday, we hit the fray. There was that friggin' bridge, to campus one, a very icy ridge and zero fun. The Mississippi cold would eat your flesh, each morning 's walk was...well, a bit too fresh. They hired little me to help with kids, all radiographs would need their silly bids, I did refuse the job and was dismissed, that night Renée and I, we really kissed. Renée did leave me then in sixty six, she went to other men and I was nix. I often wonder how she really is, that Minnesota Frau with so much fizz.