woodwork slings shot
over its shoulder
washes away its
sin and whatnot.

pride and a gift
he gets it in the
mailwise artery
the chute in his stomach.

it wasn’t what he
was waiting for
it’s a slimmer, a
looser sleep.

he’ll send it back,
with a card, it’ll say
“it wasn’t what I
was waiting for
it’s a looser, a
slimmer sleep.”