LOOK . . .

Look. . .brighten my goddam corner

Will you?

Go make some cooking smells,

point out a fat lady in pink,

show me a pretty kid

                                                who isn’t a snot and doesn’t start

every sentence fragment with “I.”

Bring me one skinny flower and say,

“I thought of you today.”  I would

like a flower.  I would smell it

and carry it in my hand.  Play me

some Mozart I can hum and

I will hum all day.  For you.

Put the magazine on the couch. . .

I’ll read it later- - I’m not afraid.

It’s November and I’m alive. . .

What is this teary talk of Love?

. . .Off with hose clothes!  Dance, or dust

this room. . .or me,  I don’t care.

With what?  Use your slip. . .Sweet Christ!

Where do you think dust comes from?

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