Best place in the world to be
is the pouch of a Wallaby
said my palmist acquaintance
mustache curling in twirl,
so I befriend one,
put my palm in,
begin counting hundred
in the throat of intimacy
‘marsupial is better than mammal,
marsupial is better than mammal’;
at the count of two and twenty
I was bitten by a Joey
(he was a palmist, remember,
they can’t swell foretell) .
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