A Quarterly of Criticism and Review i^^^^^^^^fcEjfc $15

DavidMcGimpseyToo Much Slouching,Not Enough SlumpingI loved her but she made me forgo my plansto become an airport minister:those little bibles and those little vodka bottlesalways in my linty, gabardine pockets.The good lord helped me metabolizebut she made me check into a Minnesota clinic,forcing me to go under an assumed name,so I picked the unlikely sobriquet "McGimpsey."What kind of name is that?I told everybody it was all things Europeanand that I came from a long line of paprika millersand disreputable computer salesmen.And sooner rather than later I felt better anyway—ain't it funny how butter melts away—she made sure when she said she was off to T.O.I could feel every single syllable.