This in drudgery, like a cold lightning-bolted
to your immune system. When playing
tennis with your desires, whose knees
do you take a crowbar to? Anapest, Budapest,
vintage crabgrass makes bad lemonade.
Looking back, there are clearly three muddy
prints: one-legged invisible dog,
do you smell something burning?
Let’s waltz through this mess of a mess
together and if someone says, Excuse me,
Ms. Harding, your triple Axel is no good here,
you’ll be speechless. But it’s okay,
the vagaries you’ve been toting
around in your high school gym bag
have been saying it for years.