A Note On Rejection Slips
it is not very good
to not get through
whether it’s the
wall
the human mind
sleep
wakefulness
sex
excretion
or most anything
you can name
or
can’t name.
when a chicken
catches its worm
the chicken gets through
and when the worm
catches you
(dead or alive)
I’d have to say,
even through its lack
of sensibility,
that it enjoys
it.
it’s like when you
send this poem
back
I’ll figure
it just didn’t get
through.
either there were
fatter worms
or the chicken
couldn’t
see.
the next time
I break an egg
I’ll think of you.
scramble with
fork
and then turn up
the flame
if I
have
one.
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