superheroes only exist in mad
fever dreams where the pink &
gray bunnies hop on freight trains
getting their fuzzy tails sooty
their satin slips sliding slick &
greasy; O Manu, shove her up ur
nose as a child-bride; thinking
of when the explosions of hunger
were ghosts in the forests of
Hungary where the three-headed
& three-legged dogs race to the
end of the Asian world; Siberian
working-houses built in rows
of lives in red western pink & blue
rivers of children's rolled eyes