you can look at me all
you want but
you might not like what
you see read me like a pamphlet handed outside a phone store
instead of a text book in a junior high spit your gum in one
doodle in the other read neither need neither
both end up in the trash their words trickling
down your ear lobes linger as icicles
both authors think “oh no”
“shouldn’t have gone
whichever way the wind blows”