(no subject)

[thisnewday]

like an I.E.D.

ok, it's my own
fault, really:
i seem to
have this thing
for psychotic women
who post their
mundane queries
in small town
college journals

like, "who knows
how to get in touch
with so-and-so
in the psych
(who'd've guessed?)
department and
this is really
important
to me,"

then, ever so
casually,
they leave
a brautigan poem
somewhere
on the periphery
which explodes
like a roadside
I.E.D....

LPK
10.6.6 (c)