you make music. it “sounds like”

platypus mating rituals. I listen

suggest a wind-up t-rex teeth chattering

could mean "it's cold in here" or

"be my love object" we miniaturize

to feign control. ordering significance

at a karaoke bar I can’t find my song

in the songbook. another missed call

we didn’t know we were flirting

until the birds began imitating cell phones

now everybody has the same ring tone

I twitter “sated” and go to Rite Aid

buy dinosaur sponges in colored capsules

and leave them in a bird bath to grow