Its purpose was to educate and entertain
the sign said on a foam stone at Foamhenge
where I enjoyed taking off all my clothes
while the weathered wizard watched
while the dandelions yellowly matured
while the Aral Sea still held some water
and there were two spelling bee winners
for the words stichomythia and feuilleton.
What’s it called when something is not
of its time? My anachronistic thighs
like mayonnaise on all the different greens
of the grass. Whomever I think my god is
was somewhere else but it was May
according to the grey shadows the foam
stones cast, like a bracelet of chipped teeth
laughing. I felt around for the truth,
which was actually easy to come by,
if hard to hold onto, like clouds.
Oh, and there were clouds! The meringue
of their wisdom levitating above all history…
All day it was history like that.
But this was before I loved you.
This was well before I even knew
you existed in the ridiculous world.