is my electrocuted ice cream
in tune w/ the
small
kitchen
table from damn near nineteen
fifty-nine, the
careless country home,
the sideways falling rain, the girl i
hardly know (short hair, o.k.
style)
& a dramatic sort of
impromptu fever-opera
-
two hands, ten thunderclaps
till
the linoleum surrenders, collapses, and cries out:
“mercy! mercy!
MERCY! ”
-
or what?
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