To My Little Pony
i enter
inasmuch doors can anticipate entrance
perhaps not as well as breasts
can anticipate
but nonetheless i begin
for the manuscript
and the man you script
and the unscripted man
all want to know
at which point her leg ends
and the legends of her extremities
before knowing her through
formaldehyde formalism
of undrinkable alcohol
here is sudden calm affect
a force but not in her source
of course
i checked
here are words
for those who compose
despite fighting the losing fight
a strange stance for those who leaving
leave no words except on the palms of their hands