You can’t stand ignorance
but spell it incorrectly.
Thirteen books on the table, stating the fact.
Open their pages to
own the words. Make them dance
the Foxtrot. Do the Fandango with a Cha-Cha-Cha
dripping in true, unadulterated English
staining the cloth. Burning wisdom into wood.
But you won’t understand
whilst they are wrapped.
Playful eyes on a Playboy cover
from the bathroom floor
She knows. And laughs
You can have that one for free.
There’s a cure for indigestion. Go to the table
find your place.
All you have to do