Oh Manatee
manatee that soothes my
soul
my free thought and speech
is swimming in my
heart and left
hand
i love the stick
of sound i play you every
summer for a sum
fourteen hundred
flowers in a field that
my sister spirit danced
in. Death con-
sumes
ME.
Me all the time. I I I
I.
I love. I hate I
BREATHE.
BREATHE MY
heavy, heavy, heavy LIGHT
flatulation.
Flat, flat is my soul.
Flat is her chest.
7. is my four.
i love my flours. Flours make.
cookies.
I love manatee.
Sex my macadamia man-nuts.
poem by Madam Poontang
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