• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 03
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Pleurosis neurosis

I go in rehearsing helpfulness. What
can we do to solve this problem together? NO
slams across the table
like a big, red india-rubber ball.

When I blow my nose, when I wipe the windowsill
the gum in the corners of my eyes,
and, no doubt, the insides of my nephew’s lungs
– blue, all blue.

It gets terribly cold sitting here in the meeting.
If only we had a way of seeing this stuff.

A dozen rubber balls bounce
and bounce
and bounce.