Rata Gordon
dogs in pain
on fresh cut grass
chewing gum and tarseal
in my belly button
cars diving into cold water
barbie dolls walking barefoot
between peonies
their plastic toes
their stinking exhaust fumes
they make the toilet dirty
just like the rest of us
a bottle top has lost its mother
an ant has a headache
now the barbies have plastic liver cancer
and speak in hoarse whispers
let’s clothe the road workers in clean sheets
let’s feed the grass
some burnt toast