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I won't say too much

about this poem

as I don't understand it

I am become two cleft lips

swallowing the red dirt

and kissing the flies

they make love to the body

to love the body they make

the lightbulb

broken on the floor

one more time

tries to hold together

its own jagged shards

an itch on the tree

where the snail

slides up

they abandoned the house

leaving only the two palm trees

to watch over it

the car sees its owner coming

and starts blinking excitedly

can this be a poem

after morning rain

the smell of chicken soup

two abandoned telephone poles

talking to each other on the beach

she told me she was turned on

by mesocyclonic action

all that energy and danger

so we moved out to kansas

and watched cows chew grass

for the next twenty years

the panicked ants

unable to escape

the path of the ambulance

the tornado scans the skyline

for any sign of a trailer park

my cat has cat smarts

my dog has dog smarts

I think to myself

using my human smarts

now where

did this cupcake

come from