(A Little Bit Late on that One, Charlie)
―What am I doing here? Myself in blue
and from Michigan, in the Stigmata—
Jenny straddles, does gymnastic tricks on
the plank—Mitt, your fathers thought my fathers
killed [tuent tout] white Hebrews (oxymoron)
in America. I don’t wanna go!
A television movie, the torture
was related to me by my mother’s
skilled judgment, Comanche Moon (adventure!)
“She weren’t born to be a whore!” (Away, Ho!)
Even this subjunctive onomata-
poeia blends meaning with aesthetics. (Sioux!)
The effect, try it out loud for yourself,
is to knock something off the bottom shelf.
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