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Is That
Your New Boyfriend,
The One That Bought You The Sweatervest?
Rupert Wondolowski
I saw the president eat a
baby on the internet today.
It was twig shadows on the
little huddled pile of him.
I tried to run in the park
but my Nikes became
fine vapors and the park was
too full of factory angels.
An old hobo told me the sun
was nothing personal.
I saw your boyfriend
playing with his lips.
I saw your boyfriend ordering
someone’s death on a
cellphone Martha Stewart
made out of bread dough.
Later we tried on Mayakovsky
cloud pants we bought
from L.L. Bean and we
discussed Hitchcock’s famous
dangling man sequences.
Will you look good in
the Rainer Maria Rilke
bibbed hiking shorts?
Absolutely!
Rupert Wondolowski lives in Baltimore,
where he accomplishes the
Shattered Wig Review.
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