what you’re looking for,
my panties drawer crammed
with miscellaneous
monogrammed hankies
that I shoplift from
thrift stores and on days
off I like to draw mustaches
with permanent marker
on all the honey
bear bottles at coffee
shops around town.
Yup, I keep a diary of quotes
from my favorite sarcastic
TV judges and with my
morning prune juice smoothie
I relish watching footage loops
of fireworks, the kind that look
like raining spermatozoa
and I’m serious when I tell you
that I would have your favorite
knock-knock joke tattooed
around my left wrist to answer
the right one, so as I am two
people behind you waiting
for the carousel, I am transmitting
thought waves into your cranium
so that you will choose swan
boat and I will mount palomino
behind you and when
the sparkling music begins
we will twirl and twirl as
if we are in our very own
snow globe and we will suck
our clouds of cotton candy
until our brains melt and
leak right out of our ears.
Click here to read Rikki Santer on the origin of the poem.
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- I’m Probably Not - May 13, 2025
Fantastic! I loved this.