Your dentist
is Iggy Pop
in a floral Hungarian
peasant dress
with heavy 3-day
stubble that didn’t grow
in evenly. Iggy screams
at you like
a hairy armadillo
relocated
to outer Siberia.
Iggy ate too much
Moo Goo Gai Pan
at Fu King Restaurant
last night.
Your optimism
lands on the endangered-
species list like sellers
of beanie babies
on eBay.
Iggy wants to yank
out your tonsils
with crimping pliers.
Priscilla Lee