Wrestling with the Concrete
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Somethings he forgets what is a Fish;
The others joke that he is hard of Herring.
It is on the table. He isn’t used to it.

He crosses and uncrosses, fidgets
In the lull, in his favorite color;
Somethings he forgets what is a Fish

And which it from widget from midget from midgets
And wanders Every melodies singing—
It is on the table. He isn’t used to it.

In prescription frames with nonprescription lenses,
Canting into the wind of his own undoing,
Somethings he forgets what is a Fish.

In need of an oar or an ore, he offers Clarinet?
He whispers and shimmers about sum thing—
It is on the table, he isn’t used to it.

Hot scolds over shadows, shipness not ships
At all: Is is only he was thinking.
Somethings he forgets what is a Fish;
It is on the table. He isn’t used to it.

 

From Guess Can Gallop by Heidi Lynn Staples

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