of letters in his bowl. From A to
O. From P to Z he swallowed me
whole. Wiped the last drop of broth
on his red cotton cloth. Loose in

his gastric juice I put together
the header with my scrambled letters. In
the upper left corner, I warn her of
his tongue and his flapping gums. I spell

it out in the body that he is hot
as a toddy and twice as strong. She'll
catch in his tonsils and cough
out on his console, as I did. And swim

fast as a squid in his sea of books. But I
bind mine with leather and turpentine. And
I sell them on the web where they flow
and ebb.