Yolanda Says I Can Write Whatever I Want
There is peanut butter on my t-shirt
Of Shakespearean insults.
Yolanda says I can write whatever I want.
So I want to say that Vicente Fox
is an appropriate name for a shivering
A Shakespearean Chihuahua licks
peanut butter out of an egg cup.
I worry why my six speed bicycle
has an imaginary seventh gear,
one I wish could double as a transmogrifier
and turn me into the dog wiggling across
the table from me. Then it wouldn’t matter
that I smell like peanut butter and acrylic,
and that no matter how many times I braid my hair,
it slides out, wild and unruly, like
a shrew that Shakespeare once tamed.