Lost in the Generic

Erik kennedy

'Elihu, who from their hubs
do strips janitresses & more sober ladies,
bilks each for an evening: milk and
a roll & in I fumbles, bed or tub
or &.  I reasons. Stripped of maladies
& my pants we are left w/ slips and/
or sex - we be lost, miss,
in the generic.  Consider the wood-
en heiress' ravings. On how
dumbly I projects, if at all. No gliss.
I miffs the profilers, miss.
Of course, & following, bad or good,
she & I still wolfed the beds like sows
on their teats.'