This is called "The Dwarf."
And it's sort of my poem.
It's from me to me in a way, because the joke's always
on me No matter what I do.
I think, boy, I really got it together.
I used to know this chick, she's always saying--
it was in Laguna Beach.
She say, "Boy, as soon as I get my shit together,"
and she never did.
[LAUGHTER]
"The Dwarf."
"From where I stand, fat lady, I can
see you winding the radium clock in your vagina
while your half life already caught in the lymph nodes
is burning out.
I can see the pimples on your knees growing
red, hair sprouting split at the tips, each a great antenna,
your toes wiggling in despair, and there and your eyes,
my own shoe-like face laced with the same uncontrollable
laughter."