Taunt cats at the zoo.
You are the head. Tell
the joke
about black and white and red.
(Embarrassed) I
shake our tail.
Rattle the cage with our hind legs.
They pace. Look at
us.
A sandwich. Chain
gang of two.
Bow their heads. (Say
grace)
by his stripes we are healed.
Warning sign. Loose
letters.
Beyond this: the
point of no return.
(Without our glasses) squinting
gets us nowhere. And everywhere.
We wear a zebra suit.
Share some striped pajamas.
Share some striped pajamas.
tk/August 2014
Charming read by R.A.D. Stainforth...ever so slight smile at the end...
