you can wear
this poem like a hat.
though no one may notice
the taller you. more regal.
you can smoke this poem
like a cigar, gracious and thick,
taking its deep breaths,
filling in life's space
where lovers do not.
you can mow this poem
like a lawn, sweating in heat,
then drown in the smell,
fresh-cut with cold beer.
you can swish this poem around
your mouth, bitter and harsh
like vinegar.
then see what comes up.
