Olympics I olympics on the flat screenstay on like the air conditionerwe pretend we are commentatorscurl into giddy laughter at ourstream-of-consciousness comedydiscover we are bad at saying last names I eat cucumbers slathered in hummuswhile teen girls tear across a bouncy floorflip like parlor rollers & single starlings then a 46-year-old woman explodesoff the vault… Continue reading Poem 206 – Olympics I