SUSAN SCARLATA
MY AUGUR MY BACKSLASH
Poaching this slow connection I
read that my avatar screwed around
with my augur While the machine
is always saying
insufficient funds And someone
left their malt out by the pay phone
And we think some body's moon Curb
wreck
Bumper rub
We dream of long boar teeth so the
red behind my ribs is stacking
itself to climb away We will
have to have
a boar
so people will float the term
“heroic” when they describe us
so my avatar can go down as
loose with soothsayers