I bought a newspaper
and read about
the problems of
Joe Namath and Henry

she came out
carrying a
white dishpan
full of figs.

“sorry I took so long,”
she said, “but this blind
man came up to me and he
wanted to buy a funnel.
we had a terrible time
finding the funnel
section.   then he wanted
to know if the one
we had selected
was properly priced.”

“o.k.” I said, and
we drove on in.   but
as we did
I noticed that
the nipples of her breasts
were hard and
poking through her
orange blouse.

she’d gone in because
we were out of

a midget sitting on an
apple box
took a sharp left
in front of me
in a dark brown

better, I thought,
to be out of Borax
than ass-

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