I am weighing
the poem and

it’s too heavy
it contains a

great white
shark with a

shoe in its
stomach

don’t know
how it got

there and a
mysterious

envelope
in the mailbox

those stay I
think still when

one looks at the
poem in profile

it resembles a
fat man exiting

a fast food
restaurant

I tried a trash
compactor but

it’s still bulky
maybe the

pregnant woman
should go—it’s

heartbreaking what
happens to her