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
Posted by hailey at 9:23 PM
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