Excerpt
Two Poems for Entertainment Weekly
1
If you are Gwyneth
You are never toenails on my rug
Abounding
From west to east
I see my self walk west in the windows
You are Clinton or Nixon
And get your hair cut often
A tribe indulging
At work I am considered
Introverted and thus intelligent and flaky
Indulged
A vision you are like farmers
Sow grow pluck
Of the hair of millions
Linda Evangelista's hair
Was meant to be eaten
This is her body which was given
This hair page two
Hey fatface mommylove
Caramel sweetfuck hair
2
Scout and Rumor suck me off
We will flower inside you like a dog at your 'trails
I am sorry
Just a gigolo
Friendly and forsaken
Is it hotter to wear a bra
Or let my boobs stick to my chest
Melanin, melatonin, metonym, melanoma