Totem House
I was born on a merry go round
and every other horse and bench
was my ancestor
I kept hitting in the face
while I flew backwards
A ruthless business lady’s face
appeared
and put an end to it
Maybe I’ll end up at her house for lunch and a smoke,
Maybe paying more attention to the word a q u a t i n c e
Maybe I’ll make a suit of armor out of kitchen utensils,
If she tries to eat me
Chris Baribeau’s bastardry with words can be found in various print and online zines.