Two minutes late is not considered late
but two months
better wear roped pearls back to the machine
for the puppet show starring a nervous radiologist
who never said once don’t worry many are called back
they come here they sit pretty
they tulip around like a doggie after a bath
Somber is not the same thing as sober
I can have fun
For example I didn’t know how rebellious I was until I was caught
Even when I was drinking
I was always sort of sober
Squeeze a pair of tits hard enough
something comes out
like a mousy laugh moan
or milk sort of always there
like back of the fridge milk
dinosaur milk
a memory of calcium
or a lecture about Raphael
and woman squishiness emanating from color
I have a body designed for compression
and a mind designed for apology
I’m sorry to cause so much trouble
Pretty much you’re terrible she said
Put your arm down
She touched me right on my somber nothingness
The only other way to detect cancer is to give it to you

Ugh puppetry! Tulip verbing. This poem will break zocdoc permanently I think.
Somber is not the same thing as sober
Maybe they are kissing cousins? Just being silly. KILLER POEM!
love this so much !!
Dinosaur milk! Ahhh your poems, Farrah. Formidable and fierce and full of humility and hilarious. Made me want to mousy laugh moan and set the whole health industrial complex on fire.