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The Big Bad Wolf Challenges
the Electric Company
Lightning is everywhere.
It's 4:27 am and I can't get away from the spark.
Even when I tear a nasal strip
Like a Band-Aid from waxy paper
and apply it to your nose
to make my night sleep all better.
You would be amazed at what I will do
at a time like this
to get you to stop snoring.
But back to the spark: What can I say of that
air zipper
traversed by rowdy electrons?
You know, Leslie predicted this.
She said unseasonably warm nights bring out young
gangs.
Hooligan weather, she called it.
Now the electrons cackle like a menacing breakfast
cereal,
Crackling as rude as a morning after.
And you
My house of straw, sticks, and stone roars
as I'm left to take you in
Your shoulder tasting like miso broth
Feel the arc in my chest.
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