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The Road Trip and the Apron String

Why so fierce! This reaction to her knees,

important as Rushmore.

Let me explicate, I begin. Then I spit.

A spurt of attention yields up

me and Keats, iris to iris. Oh

World of Grownups, tense and shiny, give me a hot rub.

The cornfields are a scourge.

The lung of the country browns.

The bladder fills with droplets.

The measures load with notes.

The songs are all a pleasure and one day

we won’t have the pleasure of breathing.

A flare of temper, wonderful and true,

yields up Have I told you lately, then She will not die.

Dear , rescue her

or she won’t be rescued.

Her breath a flint. Born to the lifespan of a wasp.