Yesterday I saw a street sign for a speed limit—8 ½ mph.
Today, my brother glues a knife to a spork,
calls it a sponoof. He whispers over dried
glue strings, Smart people have more
zinc and copper in their hair. I Google it—
it might be true. Our parents played
Egyptian Rat Screw, slamming King David and
Charlemagne. Whoever wins will know
the binder of travels is called an aglet. Just like
our frenula restrict us. Just like you will wait
two weeks of your life at a traffic light. Truckers—
truckers need more cards and utensils and zinc.
Enough with fossil fuels and those damn aglets.
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