You Sold Me a Bear-Wolf-Cow for $.98
Missed Connections in Manhattan
I’m sure you and your friend from LA
were just reselling some Silly Bandz you’d had lying around,
but I was impressed with how you’d handled that man
pitching his pervert politics,
so I bought the sad-looking bear-wolf-cow.
My friend arrived before I could find out more
about how to care for a bear-wolf-cow,
and now things have already gone downhill.
The bear-wolf-cow won’t eat.
He won’t make a sound.
He just sits on my wrist, looking oval.
I think he misses you.
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