I am writing this thank you with the pen
    you sent me for my birthday. It is a nice,
    new pen. It glides so smoothly, and the ink
    does not run. As people walk by, I see them
    eye my new pen, its sleek, black curves
    like a woman's thigh. I hear a wife remark
    to her husband, "how gratuitous." A young
    boy gasps with wonder at how smoothly

    1.

    Painful as it is to admit, I like your shoes.
    The soft leather sheen soothes my rough
    exterior, eyelids. She said something
    like this; I can only imagine
    it stemmed from a deep-seated foot
    fetish. Beneath the table, her toes
    curled round my laces, unfastening me.
    In the room tension was thick
    like cake. The dinner theatre crowd
    poured in, men decked out in lavender
    suits, women wore sharkskin jackets.

    Maybe you've seen them: red-necked and meaty,
    one is always shaved, articulate and sinister--
    he's the meanest; the other is fat with a beard
    he's been growing since the land run. I'm standing
    on a rocky shore casting my 39 cent Walmart jig

The meditating man leaps up from his spot and yells, "piss on it!"
The Nuns are benumbed, but act in accordance with the Prefect's wishes and dispose of the meditating man's spot. Colors blur from the eyes of the meditating man, creating a sulfuric mist, difficult to drive through and