Backdive, Backflip, Backdive, Flip
out when you first see a naked sharon stone, though later you will see it often
accidentally, every time
Not without my award.  It goes
on without me. My grandmother goes on
without me, missing my milk, her dewy EZ chair, the shovel
whacked me on my skull and I woke up later. That was the killer
intrisic, the palsied clatter of bone and flint
when the blue sock thing begins to disappear
(thing? oh, to be a blue sock. to disappear)
I wrap myself in cheesecloth under Uncle's table.
poor my body, you are how I came to
understand what wilted greens feel like, you are
not a favored clown. Your rodeo
ships gone down
mustard stains permanent, inappropriate remarks made public
record. I am a mighty singer, I am
not even ready to spill my coffee or send love notes
to ex-wrestlers. My jr. high sweetheart calculates
in her head, while I prefer the abacus to
the complex technocracy