Raise up your back like an insect on the face of the nation
He took Miss Mousie on his knee, O say
little mouse will you marry me?
Getting hair cut this morning illegally
I can’t afford it
Fourteen fifteen I depend on you and roiling unlap this morn
The mind refrigerated all night
Now to clarify the broth skim off the oil & swallow it is your oil
I must have it shorter so it grows longer in unison
A glory and stern grandeur, which men silently gazed on with wonder
Catherine Wagner, “Exercise 8 (12/4/00 AM)” from My New Job, published by Fence Books. Copyright © 2009 by Catherine Wagner. Reprinted by permission of Catherine Wagner.
Source: My New Job (Fence Books, 2009)