from Mellow Wine, by Zach Buscher

Couplets attract
attention of an only child

Wakes sound chimerism
my unborn inner brother

I hug goodbye before departure
before the handicapped mirror

a girl with testicles ticks
in the next stall undescended

Clicks like Baoding Balls
from the red room of her uterus

Pressing ear to stomach
I can’t shake it for seven hours

for 3,000 miles
50,000 ft absorbed

both Zack and me land ho
O confusion my name is Zach

Extension of the inner brother
scores better drugs and girls

Exists with certainty
just spot his handsome shadow

a 6 ft Lilliputian
Dutchmen can’t tell apart

So pack your heels your lifts
plenty high this trip

Buy low the stilted clogs
displayed in duty-free shops

There’s a no sale on booties
for the tumor in your teeth