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Back to Dusty Dew Page Back to Don Books PageMONOLOGUEI have sand and hysteria
wallpaper
a father a mother
a skillet and a mannequin
That said into
my pocket
I also have fluoride
halibut Horshack
altimeter
Kant
altimeter
and all this racket into
my pocketI have trouble with language
problems
air and
I rummage for triangles
and have fits of language
where nothing
is engorged
little by little until
only vague sheets
like masts
hang gingivitis
from acceptance
like some
figurine throwing
foreskin to the gods
who accept it existentially
instead of signing
for itUnder jutting toilet
I consent
in fairy land
to slug it out
and forsake
the skivvies
manifest
in typos
and androgyny