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Mary Larson Valletta: poem
PICNIC
haven't any pieces left
this pot this eye boys you
took too much
bit off more
laid me down set
out my butterbeans pork
pie six lessons of gourmet a layer
of dust marzipan to see
if he would eat
watch the pleasure slide up
his eye
tongue tavern boot up your ale
wine all around french on the
house and last
not least
dark roast my own brew
how do you do
how do you do
how do you
birds came vain strumpets
wind monkeys oz's omnivores
capes scraping freedom hares
pennypearl mother of shears
huntedpeck find me
out
my flesh my feast
my arms a great cheese down three
breadfruit knees
nose a plate of sweets
bon appetit
here I comeher I go
olly olly
far from free
say goodbye one candied flake
scared itself to the sky shreds
of girl and waste
eye of tornado
trouble store
crepe owls
thirty-four
flocking
east not south
badmouthing the nest
fourwires of play of beg
spunround a haven
of sugar
of eggs
Mary Larson Valletta is an experimental poet from UT. She has appeared previously in The Doomed City and Gnome.
