What to do when your asked for dinner
By the company of international wolves
Waiting at the curtains for the femme by the fire
she’s been Borrowing a leaf for a joy filled ride
within the night fjord.
Timeshares for press clippings
of the one the bee stung
A ukulele Of lopsided hoops and crocheted
seven four seven orange air
strikes blockaded reality.
learning about how all this could be yours as they lean
in with saliva pitch