Poets Picking Poets

Ghazal-Head by Terrance Hayes

. . .
I could care less for your deluxe vacuum
Suck your own luck you no good Hoover, that's what.

Gulp, gulp, I yelled at your mouth when I saw it walking
Across the room like a no good rumor, that's what.

No count number. Indentured mumbler.
Blue shoe stumbler. Beer belly bumbler, that's what.

And I know you know I know and I could care less.
Your ailments into amens; angst into anger, that's what.

Slow down, I told the boy with the knife.
Give me a hug, I told that mother hugger, that's what.
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Day 22: #TheSealeyChallenge