She hits the
lake and now
it’s time for
Like
five’ll get
one, ten’ll get/
roaring into the
blast of last
year’s rasp,
or bereft on a
beach outside
a full-scale
rivet. “We’ve
got the best
employee
incentive plan
around: they don’t
work
out, we
fire
them.” Slipping
in the freeze-
dried morning,
sipping on old
trends turned
sour, new
friends turned
the corner
to a bitterer break
than cast
iron. Bust
your pajamas
’cause the
calendar is
dormer. Hail as
the whittle in a
grain of plow.