by Robert Beveridge
sung in the back with the roaches
and the expressive montage. taken
away by the men in the black van
with mickey mouse stapled
to the grille. exposed to weakness,
decay, and the films of Adam Sandler.
delighted with the new, improved
notation for microtonal raga. broiled
for sixteen minutes, or until the boar’s
head melts into a puddle of oxygen.
contemplative. brainstormed
an entire new line of clothing
for an army of alien dollhouses.
squeaked out a win in the seventh
on a horse who hadn’t finished
a race since December twenty-fourth.