everyone knew the moment
the mosquito was infected, the
thanksgiving turkey notwithstanding.
the broadcast wasn’t mutually beneficial.
and the moment the malarky hit the air
waves was met with laughter at first, then
was sufficiently divisive, after which some folks
calmed down to about a three and a half. i like
how this exercise is working
the crotch area into a seismic tizzy. youth
remembered as more haze-soaked than dizzy
(vertigo, o vertigo; sung to the tune of galveston)
