crescent moon,
both inside
and out. gonch
are gettin a little
dirty today. workout
day, but not squats or
deadlifts. hmm. oh,
here comes Gary for
his poetry lesson. today
we’re doing Shakespeare,
and W.C. Williams.

almost identical curves
umbrella out in a thick
fan like a Balla bicyclist,
the wet farts like tires
in a rainy street,
or raspberries

looks like
my Oma’s
sickle, with
the handle
broken off