ELLEN PAGEby Andrew Terhune Ellen, I will arrange my arms so that they are always around you. Ellen Page tells me Ellen Page tells me that I am a well-respected man. Ellen Page puts her hands around her belly, draws me in. Closer, I put my hands on her belly: Come here orphan, I mean often? What is this tender strangeness? In Janesville, Wisconsin I am dressed like a clown. Ellen Page lets me Ellen Page lets me know that I used to be nicer. We walk. Ellen Page locks her fingers within my fingers until nothing makes sense. Ellen Page puts her hands on my belly to feel the kick. My belly now rounded out with an orange and white-striped sweater, or was it green? I don’t remember. Ellen, you say you are beautiful, but I shouldn’t be looking. |