mpia； WA 98505
Daniel Humphrey
815 West End Avenue； Apt。 8D
New York； NY 10024
Dear Daniel Humphrey；
I was so excited with hiring you for my summer assistant； I forgot to tell you the subject of my
book： sex poems。 I mean； poems that are about making sex through the ages； which is interesting
to me because I teach poetry and biology； and I am Greek！ The book has no title yet but maybe
you will help me think of a good one！ I also did not explain that you will live in my small home
with my two dogs； Plato and Plato Jr。； and my son； Mick； because Evergreen does not allow
students to move in until orientation in end of August。 Hammock in attic is fixed； so e！ We
will make a good time with Micky？s homemade ouzo！
Sincerely；
Pierre
D chooses real sex over sex poems
Dan sat in the back of AP English class； his hands trembling as he reread the letter。 Professor
Papadametriou sounded like a nice man； and he？d probably make a good advisor。 Dan could
totally picture enjoying a few glasses of wine in the professor？s home while he talked about the
fall of Troy and his son stuffed grape leaves or whatever。 The thing was； Dan didn？t want to go to
Evergreen at all anymore。
？Dan； could you enlighten us as to who the narrator is in this poem？？ Ms。 Solomon asked。 She
was wearing a tight black lace mini tank dress； her nearly translucent； thin； spidery arms and bony
legs poking out of it； making her look like a cartoon witch in a Halloween TV special。 She wound
a strand of mousy dark blond hair around her index finger； a gesture she probably thought was
irresistible to Dan。 Ms。 Solomon had a serious crush on him； and whenever