Just As You Are, Without One Plea


by Nancy A. Henry

Given my inheritance of glass clowns,
I cannot flee this place with impunity.
Why should you shiver?
Why withdraw your hand?
Embrace the self-sealing envelopes,
individual packets of butter!
Aren’t you just so happy to be alive in a world
wherein there exists the “G-spot Tornado”?
A cure for all manner of reptile dysfunction?
Let us venture out into this mysterious froth, and be cleansed.
Let us blunder forth sullying our soles in this muck,
And be saved.