I dip in my bowl of juxtaposition
to see what I got swimming. I stir the letters
around with my spoon. I look for the headers. Wait
for the broth to cool. Just when I find A, the B

is somewhere underneath. And all that floats
up top is X Y and Z. I grow very angry because
my stomach is hurting. It's myself that I'm serving
and because of this I got burned. And cut on the

hand with the lid of the can. Still puzzled I try
to find the right word in a free-form style. But I can and
do not. And because I can't smile. This all brings
back painful memories. And I think to myself the letters
just tease.