Something to do with Swollen Lymph Nodes
Let's go carve our names in a stump with a heart
in between them, pick every damn dandelion in sight
to hand out to undeserving ruffians just because and
then go home to make some weird Asian tea we can't
pronounce. If love doesn't encompass pocket knife
etching, gathering flora, or steeping strange herbs,
then count me out. There's nothing more sinister
than a Hummer trying to parallel park
in front of the cathedral. Dinging bumpers while the bell tolls.
I think a certain peace is realized after successfully
ripping open a bag of Ruffles. If you pick and pick and pick
you'll get the price tag off the wine bottle or a rivulet
of blood down the calf and it's always just for you,
so why bother? So much stripping away to get to
gooey centers we wouldn't even know what to do with.
We've all had the dream where we hand our father
the 3/8 inch socket to tighten something ironically metric
and awaken without the grease or grime recurring.
Oh shucks love! Open a fresh box of Kleenex.
See if you can pull out just one.
Jesse Manser grew up in Middleton. He graduated from UW-Milwaukee and
continues to work, write and live on the city’s eastside.