Tangle

1. It's the waiting that kills me, the incessant freshwater
2. hum of lemon-scented clouds, compact body

1. knowledge, and airbags included for free. A nouveau riche
2. child picking his nose. My chemical

1. peel dissolving in coffee, and I choose to be
2. naked, shallow; my greatest fears involve cliché:

1. weekends waxed with buttercream, dun-colored
2. dinner parties. Goddamn, I say. Goddamn.

1. Oh, how a tangle makes me happy!
2. Oh, how the fire engines blare through the middle of the day!

1. I rest in lower case. I'm an off-season country
2. cottage, a structuralist in heat.

1. Oh, the sounds of the elderly dancing!
2. Oh, the glint of a nailgun aimed at my right eye!

1. Could the world exist without oranges, only
2. mackerel slapped on the table as cast iron

1. heats in the distance? I rest my case: those harsh
2. remains, that unrelenting milkjug in the fridge.