approximately this
by rob mclennan
[ poetry - february 06 ]
if i could put you around
my middle finger
id no longer want you
desire marks a paintbrush
of Bizarro-world proportions
we share nothing w/ those people,
except by blood
the long & thick of it
eight generations back, we all
relate
except for them, & them
& perhaps them
one hundred years
they must be new
