Two
ballers perch
in
a tree, the shoulder
holes
fit perfectly
around
the wings.
Haslam attacks Jeremy
and
you stretch out your
sleeve
and tattoo
The
first thing I do
when
I leave the office
is
look at the sky.
you saw it sit
near
a player piano
and
stare at the floor,
bleary
eyed methane
rising
from the arctic
permafrost
saturates
the
gauze wrapped
potato