poised for deodorant
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               my
               mother said

               that i could have some de-odo-rant...

               the interlocutor pauses triumphantly to fix her upchined gaze
               on my poker face turquoise lake mcdonald fir-murmurs hooos
               above our two are better than one
               at the day use only area all the while
               slopeside traffics in the going to the sun road
               just like anywhere anyhow town
               prairie dogs snoop left be by their paparazza presently
               preoccupied delivering bombshell news
               outta 9yearold frontal tooth-ambivalence
               lovely exquisite blondeness much straight ponytailedness
               gathered in a thin pink line of ribbon
               pink jumpsuitedness
               certain harbinger
               of cosmetics
               to come

               my mother said
               that maybe i could have some deod-or-
               ant

               you do not -- need -- any deodorant michelle
               deodorant is make-believe capitalist benefit
               meant to oppress to enslave an artifice a device
               an ickyness there are more wholesome ways to act grownup

               at least that is what
               my
               mother would say (subject to translation)

               but -- how you say -- in engrish -- to precocious chir-dren?

               it is not true that...

               deodorant is sacrosanct
               deodorant leads the way
               that we are grownups for spraying on for rolling on
               the sticky
               alleging to keep odors and wetness away
               as if all our other pores were different

               my
               mother says
               you don't need no stinkin deodorant
               do you think you smell bad michelle?
               what's inadequate with water and soap?

               with your
               mother michelle
               you'd do better to trade for

               lipstick.

               michelle smiles the smile of air superiority won and
               maintained turns the handlebars well i gotta go dogs
               the prairie dogs only feet away we will powwow again
               on certain unspecified matters of frank importance
               at the day use only no camping area -- where i write
               poems -- postcards -- where we also are a postcard

               on the turquoise deodorant-free fit to be paparazzied
               lake mcdonald

                       Marek Lugowski
                       22 October 1997
                       Chicago, Illinois & Glacier National Park, Montana