Poem with and without Legs
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Jellyfish goes to the auction: and Jellyfish finds his legs there, 2 for $10, or a little higher if there are other bidders. Jellyfish has to borrow an arm, to lift the felt paddle which signifies “I want you.” He has to have the paddle the arm that is the important thing. For the sea has had pity on him: he wants to sell her the legs back and soon, soon he’ll be able to. |
Did you guess? Maybe you guessed. That is where he keeps them: tables & tables & tables of sharp knives. That is the showroom, the flea-market stall. Here is a customer: Can you get it for me? Oh yes, be careful. That one, the little abalone golden-handled one in front. Give it to me. I want it. When do you see the living? |