In defense of marching.
In the middle of my city.
I miss nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Confetti dumped from balconies onto streets filled with sunshine.
Rain on, Parade.
Phony wads of pulped pigmentation.
Funny dads who gulp perspiration.
Confetti is for fertility. Link.
For celebrations we want you wet and ready.
Programmatic and descriptive.
Parade. Outside your home. Parade.
Put your parade trash in the parade can.
Show me your parade face.
Full of paint.
Service Industry Workers.
Society Sugar Babies.
Sweaty Sock Cops.
Second Line Stompers.
Soft Porn Graduates.
Shifty Crowd Pleasers.
Left Right Left.
One Two Three.
Glitter, smaller than confetti, is universally shiny.
Such shiny sistered faces.
It sticks to my pillow. I'll split her
into however many it takes two
I split her in to march. Suddenly separate,
it takes several.