This is a Test
But not “the” Test
If it were a real Test
It would need
An answer
Or two
Or multiple choice
But It isn’t.
It is a test
To announce Something,
Or,
To warn about Something,
Or,
To warn about a Warning.
A test basically to say,
*IF* this was a test.
Then get your shit together,
Or bend over
And kiss your ass good-bye.
That is all.
DE BA UEL
It is that type of test.
Alison Alexandra sometimes thinks of turning over a new leaf. Sometimes at the most traditional of times, like at New Year or her birthday or under a full moon or when the tide is at its highest.
But then she remembers that well into her preteen years she thought the expression to turn over a new leaf meant reaching into the branches of a tree and flipping her wrist (somewhat like Amanda does when cutting cards) and when she found out the flip flip flipping concerned paper pages she was so bored she never did it.
No, not once.
And anyway, why would she overturn anything in some sort of orderly fashion when she pell-mell turns things over at the very time they seem that they need to be overturned and not a minute or an hour or a full moon or one leaf later?
That now is indeed now is, indeed, now and as she daily finds out from her windows or cliffs overlooking the ocean; tide and time await no Alison Alexandra. So she will not wait for them.
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