We who peel bananas to throw in swimming pools--
we who color our dictionaries with smeared apricots,
we who smell the Parthenon with our fingertips,
we who live, hear us! Think with tanks made of
glass and taste our shrieks of de-
light at the process of tossing our salads
at stray cats. Feel our sonic vibrations
and tater tots and sticks of slap and our real laughter
that isn't like our old laughter, feel it
in your bones yay-ah.
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