Sing the Bizarre
His teachers tell us he’s improving,
homework’s on time, they say,
socializes satisfactorily, gets involved,
coming along, they say,
though he brings up bizarre things, they say,
like his description of an ingrown toenail as
a curled leaf on a forest floor, and then
there’s that story about a mother-in-law
and a colon punctured by a toothpick
after eating oysters wrapped in bacon,
things like that, you see,
and I say, feed that bizarre, that
surprise in the mundane,
feed it, for mine was made to fit cloth
cut by others.