Poem eight hundred and four
Andrea Riley

Poor mushrooms and celery!
Everyone always eats
the baby carrots first.

The leaves are gone and the squirrels fight over bird seed

At the end of the bottle there are tidbits of cork
excrement and this saddens me.

In order to catch a fish play the piano:

I promised to write you letters real letters
with stamps and there were to be words
and punctuation in them. I never did. Sorry.

In order to catch a fox dangle a carrot:

Last night I charged you seven dollars
To watch me lick my own nipple

Later I tore up the check and you brought me a glass of water.
My horoscope says today will be a ten.