Treatise on Euphemism, Reconsidered

In fourth grade the heck vs. earth debatemeans something. Heck, this otherworldly

wildcard, spiraling out of the mouthand into the bread basket of the Evangelist

family across the road, dinner discourseturned sour over unsieved confusion.

Then there go the sleepovers, noisomepomade of camaraderie. Here Pavlovian

glamour escapes through stocking runs.Eventually we reach the outer limits

of hereness but in space screwdrivers besiegethe atmosphere, great precipitous toolkits,

galaxy noises on the roof. Forget your plucky-helmet.Not even double hockey sticks can save you now.