Thick

She sent me poems tied with blue ribbon

I sent her an old horse whose eyes were so poached with cataract he bumped into walls

She sent me a bird whose feathers were almost brighter than her song

I sent her a duck that thought a stuffed crow was its mother

She sent me a basket of apples one for each red kiss

I sent her a pint of worms and a poster showing every kind of trout

She sent me a red and genital rose — two words “My love”

My love

I swallowed a baby aspirin prophylactic against dementia and heart attack

made a couple of fried eggs

made toast broke the yolk with the bread


January 10, 2009
Denver