Napkins for Mannequins

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Imagine being the part
Of the body that decides
Which words can
Be in the
Dictionary

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Would you call
It if I put my
Telephone in this poem?

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Dear Shopper, you have a second chance
To feel again
These possessions
To think of
As babies

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Not for nothing
Ayn Rand
Errand

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The glass eye isn’t
For its wearer
Which is another way
Of saying I’ve done
All I can

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We only met once
Replace your hair
With a picture of your hair

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Wishing what
Go ahead where
To Boulevard Way
Reminding him
What’s what
Somewhere someone

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Snow land
Art dream
Business plan

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Only trinkets
When we talk
All the problems
Begin to blizzard
Like old times

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On the billboard
On a street
Where just poets drive

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Speaking of the sidekick
I fell in love with him
He got an agent
I hold his purse
For fun
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Identical twins
Kiki said
“Live the same life”

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Done again
Same before
Instant replay
Ever so different
Even so same

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“If one was against
Clothes then one should
On no account wear them”

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Cult of the individual
Shiny penny
Roar of the greasepaint
Big wig
Adverb of the century

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The local mime troupe
Caused quite a commotion
At the tantric sex shop

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UFOs aren’t only
Fun to think
About. Tell
Your friends
I sent you
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Getting an F
At the Fortune
Telling School

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She was expelled
For eccentric wrestling
Neurotic dancing
Promiscuous silence
And frugal euphoria

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My dog is
Deciding whether
Or not to bark

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Prom like no other
Snacks were so appetizing
Punch landed just right
We danced to Led Zeppelin
And called it a night

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Colder than yesterday
Formula from faraway
American peril

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Every morning everybody’s
Running in every direction
All the babies wave their hands
Thinking / dreaming / sleeping
Repeat
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Strictly personal
Make yourself scarce
I’ll create a distraction

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We have always divided
All the things I haven’t read
And all the things
I have to read again
Ourselves along these lines

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She had that way about him
Threw caution to wind
Thataway about when

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I thought Sally
Struthers was Suzanne Somers
But I did not
Summer where
Donna Summer summers

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Radio’s scrambled
Keep nose clean
Is that a metaphor?

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Anyway I’m tired of love
The flat-footed or peek-
A-boo pedestrian
Who thinks he can get
Out of my way
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Speaking of diction
Come to fruition
For your eyes alone