Written by Heikki Huotari

These trees are helices, all saints and sinners

per their birth certificates, unloved or loved with

strings attached. A blushing husband in a blushing

husband's body, you would choose the barber with

the bad haircut, the dentist with the crooked teeth,

the cop that's black and blue.

As hemispheres are glued together crudely

so entangled cantilevers are grandfathered, four and

twenty to a pie. To monopeds on unicycles there is

no emotion but in person, advanced placement or

domesticated carnivore. Let's stipulate im-

provisation, Chubby Checker, like we did in 1964.

Unmitigated hummingbirds belittle your

position. Barriers are bustle-supplemented. On the

butter sculpture you like best perhaps you'll pin this

ribbon. Every deity a distribution, my center of

gravity is yours. So subsequent to radiator failure

you may stay in Grant's Pass, Oregon forever.