My enemies give me gifts I do not need: calves’ foot jelly,
decorative spoons, a baby’s bib that reads, God’s Girl
It is far from the moon, this uselessness. It’s a trilobite. It’s two cats
suspended in pitchy whale song. The gifts (framed two-dollar bill,
wet sheet music) – Everything as it should be
, it all seems to say.Be happy
, a set of cloth napkins reads. In blue.