DAY
NOT A DAY IN THE LIFE OF IVAN DENISOVITCH
Bees are closely supervising me couldn’t resist dousing
self with Tom Ford Femme stirring up bee apocalypse
Red hair doesn’t help either or is it bulls who love red?
(if bullshit were music you’d be a brass band said my
mother recently)
Now a Vlad Putin look alike is eyeing me from the fountain
My aggressive slashing reminds him of a KGB lady he jilted
in 85 As a yelloworange beesmear appears at my feet +Coco
the perfect park bebé scampers by eating a $10 macaron Her
look screams: Don’t mess with me haggard poet one day I will
inherit the wind
Vlad the bloke has sidled over with Vanilla Stolichnaya He proffers
Perestroika martinis + wet Chechen kisses Poet killer of bees moans:
yes yes yes translation: да да да
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Fall 2015
