HEDGING ON YOUR SLEEVE
I slap the knee of the girl I love, open
The door and greet the next donor.
Yes, my little antigen, progress
Rises from the bath. You crush your fiddler
Crab, I’ll crush mine. Opal beads
About your neck line evenly, cough off
Yesterday’s dress. Nostalgia, a sudden nude
Turns the cells lachrymose. If you want to cry
About it you can use this tissue
For protection. Just call the girl from
Concord and tell her that tonight
Thoreau is completely out of the question!
Don’t smile, moss courses through
Your teeth. God never finishes lurking.
This is one of your older poems, isn't it?
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