The Best of Contextomy: IV, XIV, XV

IV.

My young poets
do throw the love
around.

I keep it
in a disorderly pile
on my desk

between the big thorny stick
and a jar of their tears.



XIV.

Oh man, 
I am still pissed
about that parenthesis.


XV.


Dear Lord,

It’s like fighting
the adverbial hydra—

vainly.


-M.

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