the wrestling match in the germs gender
set back time on the calendar
as pine cones sprung to life inside beehives
and swarms of acorns fell from the trees
while the hornets rumbled
in the name of the milk
of the pineapple i sapped
like the snapple i smeared on your grocery bag
or the blood that i dribbled like the harlem globe trotters
i flipped over the baskets
i tripped over the bleachers
i dunked headfirst into a pot of coffee
and i pick my food up with the origami splinters
that youd like to call chopsticks