ham-fisted smile

The Smellfungus

The smellfungus among us complains of unpeeled bananas—he doesn’t understand bisecting lines.

He lives in a network of uncluttered pages—waits for the flood and the clutch of the ham-fisted smile.

Read his body language—why don’t you? You haven’t done anything wrong.

I wring my hands of this.

“Now I rest
in a hammock of words, waiting
for the sun to rise again
over the horizon of the page.”

— Linda Pastan / “The Collected Poems”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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