Five Poems

Arms plural, legs plural

so sweater and pantholes plural. Not so
the tree hung by the swing, not so the thing
divided from the thinking. No, not so, nor yes: I’m a guest,
an ex of a friend of the waiter, sitting astride
a girl-shaped bell, tremendous, and about-to-be bringing.
Eyes plural, ears plural, so the seen and heard
the plural of plural. She who loves a lack gets fat on gas.
A thing makes a thought and a singing—

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