This is a book of--
it's a new book too, but of very short, short poems.
So short that I'm reading in Cambridge in a bookstore,
I said, well these ones are really short,
I have no idea how long the last.
So when I read this next poem that I'm about to read,
a lady in the audience said, 30 seconds.
It's a short poem.
"The Flea."
"What a little flea loves to see, is two lovers undress
and jump into bed, and be done with their lovemaking quickly,
so it can have them all to itself.
As they nod off in each other's arms,
quitting their snoring only to scratch themselves."