Prom 1965
My hair was sprayed
So high gloss
It looked as if it had been painted shut.

When my mother wasn’t looking,
I’d open the pages and find the one
with Lowly the Worm holding that
cupcake, and I’d apply pink tongue
to pink cupcake. You’d think I’d have
been disappointed, but, deep within,
I located the flavor of strawberries,
and maybe a hint of lemon, topped with
whirls of cream.

My steel-wheeled ride to work is human-dense
No ropes, but by our corpses tightly bound
We’re hanging suits, we’re pickets in a fence
Too close to breathe, we whisper not a sound

So you’re a new human in the world. Welcome! This pamphlet contains some important information you should know.

Winslow doesn’t know if he has knuckles. Frankly, I don’t think he has bones in his hands.