Fancy that. I
mean, I'm not that fancy but maybe
this hat will do?
Tell it like it's saturation. I other
to have longed.
On the surface of it, it's easy.
You'd better
digress just a bit. Our "o"s turn into little mouths
and run
screaming; oh loveliness. We gape,
work, and the
idea of work I keep forgetting how to pronounce.
Cautiously, comma—tongue
first. Hip thrust deep
in imagination
startle response. Slowly. No,
world is a mouth
or maybe just a heap, a pile
of sound. No
matter how many times
I'm really not that
good at any of this.
