SUSAN SCARLATA

 


MY AUGUR MY BACKSLASH

 

Poaching this slow connection I
read that my avatar screwed around
with my augur      While the machine


          is always saying


insufficient funds      And someone
left their malt out by the pay phone
And we think some body's moon      Curb


          wreck      Bumper rub


We dream of long boar teeth    so the
red behind my ribs is stacking
itself to climb away      We will


          have to have a boar


so people will float the term
“heroic” when they describe us
so my avatar can go down as


          loose with soothsayers

 

 


TYPO 13