neither has my daughter ever said militia
except when she’s drunk, talking to Melissa
while living among Aleuts
who had no written language
the Russian saint assigns Cyrillic to their audible thoughts
principal
accountant/nail lady
pool cleaner/lawyer
fry cook and I
agree
on one thing
so broadly stroked we
don’t even notice
to encode the sound of a thought
that exists in the mind of an Aleutian
ease on down the slavic slide
where
palm tree and Dairy Queen
translate paradise
cold hurricane, soft-serve
cold hurricane, soft-serve
Boca Raton, and
that’s what I like about Texas
that’s what I like about Texas
allright already,
with the fixed meanings
what can’t keep up with our
profound expectorate
I liked the Stalin pun "nyet flix". I think this is about how the meanings of words can become slippery.....how meanings collide and alter each other.
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