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Tonight's Poet Corner: Under Par

Under Par by Belinda Roddie Everyone left the course when the rain started, but the golfer's daughter was adamant, and she let herself get struck by lightning trying to score a hole in one for the first time to impress her drunk dad, who was sitting at the clubhouse bar, drinking mojitos and wincing at the memory of his wife's voice, all rough and husky after seventy straight years of smoking smuggled Cuban cigars, and she was now living in Havana with a much younger man, his chest hair thicker and darker than his own shadow, his face buried in her sagging cleavage, breathing in her folds, breathing in her creases, breathing in her octogenarian origami, her skin as thin as paper (and smelling as acidic as paper, too), and as they made love, and as the noise of the clubhouse died down with each swallow of vodka and lemonade, outside lay the golfer's daughter, who was now sprawled in the grass with electricity in her hair, Jupiter's weapo

Today's OneWord: N/A

No update on the OneWord website today. Oh, well!