The gym. Milk-breathed girls sweat in their polyester, press
Who can confuse the speed of bricks
My results: suited to be a taxidermist.
Thing is, a gorilla weighs eight hundred pounds. That's
inside shampooed black fur.
Failing once, failing hugely
like an extraneous nurse near the cold wall.
and what to do,
This poem draws on sculptor Tish Quisenberry's assessment of the PACT, Tim Bovard taxiderming a gorilla, Dr. Samuel Pollock's thoracic surgery expertise, something scribbled on a napkin at the Spoke in Amherst, and the many times I have wondered, which blue surgical footie goes on which shoe, and being happy as I recall that it really does not matter.