Unfinished Poem About My Sister, Who Happens to Collect Spoons

Seems to me you dressed
Up as a woman and spent
All of your money on spoons.
Silly whore. Let’s take you
To the mercenary lounge
Where we’ll wind you up in string
And unwind you. Then you’ll fall
Into some table and knock over
Some glass ashtrays unless
We’re at the Helen Newman bowling
Alley, where the fat pink man will laugh.
Silly whore. You’re a