When they put my brain Through the orange juicer I wonder what they expected To find. High speed mulch - My putty consciousness Isn't up to much. Not lately. My obligations demand Interaction. Unconfident, I Try to shrink them To back-pocket size. My bus-ticket privilege (For what it's worth) Seeps pathetic self-importance. Well, it's twice the recommended daily allowance. I take a sip. August 14, 1996 © Lela Kaunitz