UNTITLED

running with it even as
the sauce is spilling even
while a guy is pouring
beers in a procession of
neon cars yes candy

runts and human runts
are bouncing in boxes
making click noises and
the mountain theres always
the mountain and free will

to violate traffic law or fry
some eggs in a crooked
skillet hands floppy yolk
wobbly the sun feels hot
on the right cheek my lips

feel dry plaid shirts
are hanging on the line I’ll
have to bring them inside
I ran into an electric fence
looking for my toothbrush

thats a true story just like
when the wind picked a
wine glass up off the
tiled table it popped into
pieces in the air in space

Jane Shim, UPenn 11'