This Poem Could Never Happen - Poem by Walter Burns
my elbow fucking hurts.
the palm of my hand shoved into my cheek
so hard i could crack the maxilla
like a milkbone or something.
then, i'd idly reach in and remove my
temporal lobe and fling it across the hall
removing some ability to detect smell,
short term memory loss,
remembering names would be harder.
in my boredom i would have solved a problem-
i might forget about you and last night.
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