Barrels squandered palm and mango,

my hands are lovely, all squishy,

just the way you like it.Poof! she said, not growlingly

and I concurred.We have such soft polish, donít we?

Sleeping is not easy, dear.

The road ahead sanded stinging nettles

Sedona and a little western-style saddle;

On the side and kinda angry

I started to cry when the man gave me

five crumpled $20s and a packet of new herring.

Angly, squarish, curvellicious, emblickled.

I have a ways to go before I awaken voluntarily,

unless, of course, Iím in your arms.


Susan Smith Nash

February 11, 2003