Ananimal
by Rebecca Teich
An animal much like myself passes by
I am not alone in space or likeness
An adventure to find a piece of bread with absolutely nothing on it through me
for a loop I don’t find myself to be garbled and yet
in basic terms, they got my order wrong They got my never order right
Something in the woodwork that we all knew
and hoped again Parody teeters on the cusp of enactment
is both an act and an act The difference between rough and house
Sent out and what coheres into messaged Bodied
beckoned into question and back into some sort of makeshift answer
Antennae abound the rod is out and online in your area how long
Cruising, proprioceptors teased out and teas ing
Toting, what an endearing activity but how long before this too is passe
my jeans were never cuffed with legs like this so spindled out of my groin… !