Redcapped like rage I am, and adorned
with your metal
necklace. The fetid, drying starfish you’ve thrown me to eat
lies at my feet: my habit, swallowing your points. Otherwise and so,
I am whittled too long, a kind of homeless.
Cover Page Footnote
"Monkey" was originally published at Booth.
Booth: Vol. 6
, Article 1.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol6/iss5/1