Xena Warrior Princess with an iron
bra sprays Downy wrinkle release
on khakis & I say thank you. I am gentle.
There’s a little nipple on my new pen
so I can draw on my intelligent pad, 15
dreams of when I was a violent man-
sized version of Brahman. Full of unseen
colonies, my hands could summon
cold. WASH ME written on the passenger
window covered in salt. I water the Shasta
daisy with Mt. Dew, the rare old kind
that makes grasses grow & water flow
in a free & easy way-gone part of me still
alive outside Limerick, rousing a cup of tea.