I reach for my shoes under the bed
and grab chubby iguana
its eyes circles of blank dots
in a misplaced camera
mistake my arm
for a glorified baguette
baked by unemployed Monks
who wear aviator sunglasses.
Priscilla Lee
Chop Suey Poems
I reach for my shoes under the bed
and grab chubby iguana
its eyes circles of blank dots
in a misplaced camera
mistake my arm
for a glorified baguette
baked by unemployed Monks
who wear aviator sunglasses.