You
Jokester
8-year-old boy’s mischief
You morning birdsong and
that crow in the palm tree
You big feet
Smelly crevices
Stink rot gunshot
You metastasis devouring bone
Smelly crevices
Stink rot gunshot
You metastasis devouring bone
You tulip tree flaming orange
Victoria de Los Angeles
singing Bahianas Brasilieras
You glimmer in my rearview mirror
Quick look, there’s no one in the
back of the car. Yet,
Quick look, there’s no one in the
back of the car. Yet,
you
