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The soggier, the better.
Who doesn’t love a balloon full of nicotine.
You can even tie ’em off,
huff it back later.
Later, too, you can even cut the old balloon into strips,
fry it like fatback. What’s for dinner, the kids say.
Got some fatback balloon in the cast iron, I say.
Their delight knows no bound, eyes wide
like little balloons full of nicotine.
I imagine popping them out to savor,
like olives on Thanksgiving.
A regular orange is an orange all the way through.
An orange is inside the orange.
But rational oranges have clocks inside.
You can peel back the rind and know exactly what time it is.
Sometimes, it’s orange time.
Orange time is what time it is when it’s time to eat a regular orange.
It’s important not only to have oranges to eat but oranges to tell you when to eat them.
Having a mix of regular oranges and rational oranges is recommended by most dentists.
They are stacked into a delicious little pyramid.
Someone got paid to do that I think.
The plane is delayed but I am on time.
I don’t know when I will get to where
I need to go. The snow stacks.
I wonder if this is the last time I’ll be here and if it matters to me.
I stuff a stack into my mouth and do not chew.
I just let the cheese sit.
