After Tracy Dimond
I’m glad to hear that you’ve been taking care of yourself.
My body is the Church of Scientology,
But without any of the celebrity endorsements.
So that’s cool.
Someone should tell you
to stop worrying about
other people’s beards.
I’m sure there’s
someone out there
who actually would want
to smell your farts.
Yesterday, my dentist put
something back in me—something
I thought I’d lost in that platter
of cheese.
Maybe I think that means something.
Maybe it doesn’t matter that you
might not ever think that, too.
