Blustery knives cleaned out of the traps
and screwdrivers prancing in bonnets
trampling order and saplings tremendously
like porcupines impressing each other
with hairnets and sandwich rinds.
And so, on prairies of hair, the brush
knocks out its teeth trying to
kill the nutria blessed, like shark’s teeth,
in rows. So sugar bleeds from her mouth
as much as she gnaws on the bout bottom.
Anointed bomb, gather the markets. Stomp
the cubes. Order another knifing. Stretch
roads out across this America of knives
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