The sky is blue
because thatís the color
my child likes to draw it. Two plus two,
if one of the twos is pregnant, equals five.
The earth is flat. Columbus, a fabulous guy,
fell off the side. He was also a loser
who didnít build a wall to protect
himself. The saleslady with a pencil
stuck in her bun, caught me borrowing
bell bottom jeans at Morris Brothers
when I was thirteen. We do not all bleed.
In fact, blood is not always blood red.
Blood is a different color in different colored
bodies. Iím telling you and so itís true.
Facts only work when we need them to.
Take this knife and jab it into my guts.
Columbus is still inside me