You can be a mother who knows a god,
And you can ask him for magic armor,
A shield the width of Saturn’s widest rings,

If, in depicting the angels, I cannot
avoid something, as well, of what
the river that day cast before me,
the musculature of the rowers’ arms,

Surrounded by the blur of her own movements, the
thought of making him happy was very dear to her.

The moods of the cantaloupe king are moods

Of the melon king in green variations.

Both entered the orange parlor like nations

It’s late. History promises you a kiss
When she comes to bed. So you say good night.
You’re tired and can’t keep your eyes open,

At night, he ordered his own sun, which was
Supposedly arriving soon, they said

In first grade I was positive there were
furry creatures called tisathees.
Every morning we intoned, “My country

My internist said you are unnaturally large.
Had I caught gonorrhea from some co-ed?
(In my encyclopedia, you come right between

In first grade I was positive there were
furry creatures called tisathees.
Every morning we intoned, “My country

Not knowing the difference between Heaven
And Paradise, he called them both Heaven.
So when he shrugged at the thought of a god