In May 2008, most likely under the influence of vodka tonics, “yes,” she said, “I do know the difference between cosmology and cosmetology.”
My dogma was barking
and so I opened the screen door.
She went out to play
in the cosmology section of Target.
She bought nail polish remover
that smelled like perfume
and cotton balls shaped like the moon.
After eating these,
(they will eat anything, you know),
my dogma disappeared.
The red bullseye
is still there
but I can’t bring myself
to look at it
without a feeling of arrows.
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