wandering

wandering, or Fun and Affordable

last night's dream: i walk
alone along the highway
until i find a

strip mall. i stop in
the Fashion Bug. my mom's there.
Janet is playing.

i shop for terry
cloth shorts, then Mom takes me home
for homemade peach pie.

bernays

bernays, or The Taste Is Gonna Move Ya!

wasted. fancy free.
dozens of friends. enormous
breasts. a speed boat. and

endless amounts of
chewing gum. my vision of
adulthood at five.

super!

super! or à la Rushmore

last night's dream: a friend
and i bust into a hos-
pital room with a

super of bees. our
grand escape involves turfing
the parking lot's lawn.

joy

joy, or No Joy?

outside a child shrieks
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
over and over.

insight

insight, or zion ii

the mysterious
seaside town at dusk was none
other than Blacksburg.

zion

zion, or Youthful Yearning

last night's dream: comic
book villains chase us through the
mountains, then across

a precarious
rope bridge. an adopted boy
we call Zion morphs

into my pre-teen
brother. we dine on the docks
at an open-air

clam shack, in spite of
my shellfish allergy. the sun
sets on the water.

hymenoptera

hymenoptera, or "Married Wing"

first things first: wasps are
carnivorous, while bees eat
protein-rich pollen.

the brood cluster has
broken up, and the workers
ready for summer;

they pack pollen in
their hollow legs, and suck the
nectar. then they dance.

tex-mex

tex-mex, or Face the Dragon

pretty much, if i'm
not sweating while eating, the
burrito's no good.

exercise?

exercise? or Eat, Drink, and Be Merry, for Tomorrow We May Diet.

joined a gym and
celebrated by downing
a sleeve of saltines,

a monstrous amount
of falafel, cola and malt
balls. fitness... HOORAY!

(today's long title
comes from a magnet that my
mom had on the fridge.)

cards

cards, or Greetings from a Strange Land

wrap-arounds, no wilds,
cards under ten all worth five.
rummy with mom: nuts.