Posted on August 7, 2003 in Poems
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A dwarf
short back, long legs.
Properly extended
down below, abbreviated
above.
10
Why the
tantrum in the
laundromat, Jim? Is this
about the dishes in the sink
years ago?
11
Oh fuck!
I will not be!
My mouth will drop open.
You will look at what I’m eating:
my tongue.