#seth oelbaum

risk [elizabethan sonnet] mummy maintains that i stink worse than pork bits. so lukewarm water fills up tub – it’s  clean time! but teddy and i aren’t cheap forks: we’re chunks of dead horsie meat. yes, a ritz  of blondi blue eye blitzes – that is us. we order exhaustive exercises  and hang a pole-flick or two… but so what? mummy squeezes shampoo – she’ll burn my eyes. teddy bear – all stuffing – can’t get wetness. he sits on toilet seat, sick from grilled cheese. no, mummy can’t cook: she only makes risk. if this was that place, there’d be zyklon-b.         but soap isn’t a yell-star… gossip -- darn! splish-splash, flip this bath: burn us in a barn. *** A collection of poems that I like a lot is Sometimes My Heart Pushes My Ribs (Muumuu House) by Ellen Kennedy. It is melancholy, Big Apple, and appreciative of littleness. "It felt good," says Ellen. "I like being an ant."