I must leave the door open
in case she wants to come see me.

Red eyes on a red-feathered head seem not to be watching
or seem to be watching and are not,
self-camouflaged, unreliably witnessing the
war cries of the Hoop-hoop rippling visibly up the body

It turns out
The dogs were in control all along.

What color is your arrow? Mine is
green.

I’m the nail & you’re the nurse

No! The realities keep off out rear,
And front ads in the shops
with irrupting,

Hey!
Everybody knows 
women’s lips
are a metaphor
for the labia. Some women