yuppy girl frowns when yuppy boy grows beard; u look like a beatnik she complains; he grins u don't even know what a beatnik is! do u? I'm one!! u're a ***** hipster! I'm going to go shoot ******! I'm going to the bar to **** off some ****** for blow! wow, that's ghetto! let's **** right now! I'm too cool for u - roles reversed, yuppy girl hits the bar; who's got the next big thing? she says sliding onto the stool; while she was gone bf shaves off the scraggly goatee, spikes his vein & calls his new round-the-way-girl: a ***** he met writing poetry in the park; her baby daddy a painter doing thirty years for ******; baby girl gone into foster care; she read the poem that transfixed him & changed his life; from that moment he knew what his eventual novel would be about; the girl poet w/ long straight black hair & sallow skin covered in b/w tattoos like Op-Art; nostrils & ears lined w/ silver rings on gold chains: she said she was kidding when she said she was a Satanist but yuppy boy wasn't sure; his mind shrouded in cloudy half-recalled paranoid panic; superstitions held in the basin of the empty psychic pan; his Appalachian ancestors' voices echoing from the river; her eyes not bright but white blue green yellow sunlit; open & shining yet dreary & ever forlorn; she gave him the white packet & clean syringe: he gave her a twenty; first time? she said; yeh, said he [ ] come back & tell me how good it was: it was good | [ ] he came back after yuppy girl dumped him; he'll never get off the **** now & she's got thirty years to ****