a poem from my first chapbook

From "underfoot," 1991. Still in print from Runaway Spoon Press & available, signed, from me for $5.


Real Life


In real life we
flashed a nebula;
Knuckles popping,
Bent a corner for a handle.
Over lunch we
Dissected a star system or two,
Then invented calendars,
& made a date for Wednesday
To redesign the wheel.



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