—on a can
of shave gel
There’s no doubt my brain is. Buttered
bookspread for breakfast.
Out to pick up
quarters and a quartet of sunflowers.
Shower first class then open priority mail.
Later, a bowl of rice from Greece. Step in
to a marketing campaign, dole out five
hundred dollars. Call
Sante Fe so nobody
can answer [Did I
dress okay?]. In my
dream [title: All the
Hills of Singapore]
I keep waiting for the lady to ask about
the pink honeysuckle.
We each purchased
a glowstick (same make and model)
proving genius of marketing campaign.
