I will use
whiskey only

for gargling.
I will argue

that dogs are
U.S. citizens, too.

I will compare work
to a strip search.

I will stare at you
as if you were

someone else.
I will call it war

rather than
armed conflict,

and in my head,

I will see myself
spiraling down

in orange flames.
I will admire

the dainty feet
of a hugely

fat woman.
I will place birds

like commas
around the yard.