elemonade the Patty’s map
—David Foster Wallace
Prognosis: I’m as slow as Christmas
and as happy as a clam. Everyone
stares into the middle of the sentence.
Nevertheless on top of nuns we bitch.
An airplane types an urgent letter
to your ex. Everyone stares
at a bench.
So Christmas comes Cajun and
second-oldest lobster asks for seconds.
Its eyebrow becomes detached in a
harpoon accident. The nuns belch
and then I hear a laugh out loud
cuz Roger’s got his hand
on the controls.
