Oh, what your mother looks like. My shadow
was walking faster than me. The
zip code was in disrepute. Somebody had to
fix it, and I wonder who
they were: the ones doing all those
beautiful things for those who had been
stood up or misappropriated.
They kept filling the air with
wads of words, which don’t have
to be original—but authentic: a gray bus
that takes you to a change
of sheen. Cures more lives than death.
We have it now, don’t we? And we can stay
home in the middle of it. Do
I take all the girls there?
Don’t push anything with this girl.
She’s the Senior Vice President of blah blah blah blah.
She’s so busy and so snobby, but she loves me.
This angelic type of—
I don’t think her teeth are yellow.
where are you going this weekend?
My dollhouse happens to be a Colonial.
I’m moving Saturday.
Trees grow birds.
The zoo is rent-
free for the tenants.
Neither hunting nor gathering
is relevant any
come around thrice daily
with free steak tartare
and raw vegetables.
And for nothing,
they get to witness
Who turned off the moon?
You have that look
and you’re not doing
The Surgeon General
doesn’t condone this.
through the same air,
so why can’t
they swim in
the same water?
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