There are two kinds of collage: one for the whispering
docent slash dollar sign dealer with plate glass windows

and one melting wax on a cut and de-brained
pumpkin: O blood, make it look like blood

with the right mix of red and brown and names
somewhere between these two shades

and I am no less serious press
-ing button into burlap that will take

“Multimedia”, a year, and name
on cardstock to the wall beside it

than I am on a folding chair
with markers and a time limit

and a mini squash
at the state fair. I’ve won

ribbons. My sister took the jack
-o’-lantern trophy one year.

She was always the pretty one
with blonder hair.