Budapest
A Poem by Corset


Eucalyptus

Push me in,

be as  tall.

No one out there
is going to sing
pro bono.

Slow down
and
look at where
it's at.

One is fast
and more dangerous

ask her...

Turns out a mixed nut in the right cup.

Clean out the closet,
polish all those pretty bones
bleach them white
as a faded memory
unlike
Budapest,
who gnaws
the edges,

but never lay down
your pen.