12.21.2008

Alice B. Toklas

She eats brownies instead,
Takes super dictation
And sleeps on her head.

Turning her? Hopeless.
She butters buttons:
Stuttering, muttering,
Award-winning buttons.

She rich? More or less.
Parties all night;
Tossing word salad:
this is her life.

I don't want to have fame,
Only to hold her.
Alice, please
Can I stand
On your shoulders?

No comments: