Throw-away toughness

by Anselm Berrigan

I no longer wish
To contribute to
The communal anxiety
The practitioners of no
Two-something and six
Let me see your scrapes
You want ice
There’s no ice here
You want a treat?
It’s not treat day
Sit on foot, bounce
It starts to fall off
If you don’t put on
Your coat, your tushy
Will turn to ice & fall off
Food full of additives of
No interest to the outlines
Staining what we call
Our pavement when
I stick it to work
Don’t leave says
The pull on arm