We move the deer aside
Make room for the
Fodder.
I brush my teeth in horizontal
Patterns 
To try to remind them
How to do it
To run or gallop—
            [Luckily the naked noise doesn’t follow
            it keeps its distance
            I don’t let it get in everything 
            like your pubic hair got in my soup]
There
Must 
Be
A 
Million
Asian
Students
At
The
University
Of
Pennsylvania
And 
Apparently
The bees have disappeared
Horded the honey—
Honey I’m sorry,
I mentioned your pubic hair
In public,
I cannot hear myself speak.
Eat your dinner.
Yours truly was asked to clean the apartment
Alright:
I     see     a      potential     pile.
              [Is this a form of cleaning?]
Straw 
And 
Sternum
Make
Nice
Sound
Piles
Why 
Don’t
They
Make
More
Sense?
Friday, March 30, 2007
Palinode 18
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