It’s raining now but it ain’t raining in my heart.
My heart owns a unicycle.
My heart, that puffed up tropical bird…
Yes, there are these steep mathematics of aerial longing…
Butter your bread child.
Half a cloud, a quarter of a cloud, then sunlight above the fountain
Where the mermaid statue
Shows off her sparkling breasts…
What? No mermaid bosoms in Iowa City?
Check mate Mr. Duchamp, caught you looking!
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 