In the blueblack waters of
South America, there is a fish
with a rock in its head.
The natives cut the heads
like oysters and with fish
hooks make jewelry out of
the small stones. They fish
in local markets for dumb Americans
or pale Belgians that will buy
the wire and rock to decorate the heads
of their fat daughters.
The daughter, all blush and entitlement
puts the jewelry in a ballerina box. The
native puts the money in coffee cans.
And both the native and the daughter forget
the rocks were put there for balance.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
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