Flower and May
As of today, I’m putting myself
under house arrest. I’m cordoning
off the yard with the red velvet rope
I lifted from our 14-screen multiplex.
I’m a happy larcener utterly without
compunction. I don the attire
of a Venus flytrap and stand
terribly still. Clearly, history
does not hinge on my petty thefts.
Though I often imagine the victims
imagining me. Who needed
the hot-dog roller more than I?
What kind of person steals
the remote control without having
the device it’s designed to control?
I think you know what I’m getting at here.
I like to imagine the viewer forever
with the sound turned down watching
the president pardon turkeys
on Tha…
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