poem for steve joh

thank you underpants, for your elasticity

thank you zinfandel, for your velvety mouthfeel

thank you calvin klein, for your sheets, jeans, fashion separates, and tablecloths

is there anything you can't make?

cars, probably.

anyway where was i?

thank you tivo for your magic-box ghost voodoo

thank you bicycle for making that stripe on my butt when it's rainy out

thank you Camry trunk for holding basketball, soccer shoes, mandolin, postmodern theology books, and food
thank you Camry accelerator for not failing and killing me

thank you bacon for being bacon, obviously.