AIR WAS BI (WINK)

So I'm trying to "remix" every one of Sandra Simonds poems in Warsaw Bikini. All the titles and some of the poems are made using an anagram generator. I don't know if this is a stupid idea. I don't know if Sandra will hate this/hate me. Oh well. Here's the second one (i used this site):


green ties you
after I Serengeti You

otter slowly removed his hand off of the fox’s / his eyes focused on the raccoon trying to figure out hell
the only word that could physically come

there wasn’t a guideline to opening up a softer chest

the otter sapped the glow / promised to marry how it feels inside / and sapped ancestry from a pretty good head

“IT ISN’T TRUE”

... but the ground stayed intense to the moment of being opened again

a picture of Dakota formed behind hatred and bitterness / embracing the fox kindly

the muzzle lay soft where the wind knocked him

tears hover over two lovers and one thought / knocked it out of him / the air became cloth / mumbled downward and into the foxes trembling cleft

... but something happened
cold became a prize / the move forward quit for wanting / the air repeated it again / the otter shook / beads of lead were fluffed about his fur

and our jean were very very disturbed