She wants to kiss the original cream pitcher.
She wants to drift downstream with her mouth open.
She wants to split her brother open with a synonym.
She has a cracker that is just barely too big to eat.
She has an elbow that was given to her by a Seminole
chief. Her knife is a little smaller than a hair ribbon.
She looks out all of her windows, one at a time.
When the moon comes up, she starts to make popping
noises at all of the cars passing by on the street.
--Keith Wahle