A conversation from this morning concerning tomorrow’s B-52’s concert
A dialog poem, by Amanda Ching

Me: Shake that cosmic thing
Kid: No.
Me: Shake that thing.
Kid: No.
Me: Shake it.
Kid: No.
Me: Shake it.
Kid: No.
Me: Oh yeah.
Kid:[image error]
Me: Shake that thing all night long.
Kid: (BACKING AWAY)
Me: Shake it man, can’t go wrong.
Kid: (edging towards the door)
Me: Don’t let it rest on the president’s desk.
Kid: (runs out towards the bus stop)
Me: (shouting after her) ROCK THE HOUSE.
Basement troll: I...