I CAN'T SUFFER
THE MIRACULOUS
Once I saw an armadillo on the armchair
and it almost made sense. Not like a camel,
mind you, in your cigarette pack, but so
understandably so. We were pretty close
on things like that. It was only November,
but I was hoping for snow.
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The guy drives up in a Mustang, and I say,
'Aren't you supposed to be on that thing,
not in it?' But what did I know about
nomenclature and how we're supposed
use what we've got? My genuflection
was a true exception, and then
I wandered off to church.
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Father Caligula comes over to ask my name.
I say, 'I am who am, and what's it to you?'
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