Friday, October 10, 2008

dccci

What You Feel

“Look, he’s taking off his pants.”   And
here we are, pondering an uncertain fissure.

Cuddles the Cat purrs an interlude,
jumps off the tv, and pees on the carpet.

Pear salad, plenty of salty vinaigrette,
harsh onions, and frozen lettuce.   Emergency

room accidents, including one with a 2-foot
dildo.   Death by dildo.   Shit happens.

Lesson number twelve: get over your ear
infection, learn to read cursive, skip the

butter, drink antibiotic soup, stop writing
couplets,

stop writing.   He still has my glasses.
Let’s go to Carmel for the Bach festival.