Ethan Fugate

Presto! Dentistry

Blood light from the window next door

and Baby Adventure is waving from the Lazyboy

with teeth that cause traffic accidents

involving livestock.

Incidentally, the streets in Red Hook

wear potholes for sleeves.

There isn’t much difference

between the big ill-and-necessary bridge wearing

Bob Saget’s face, the weight of the sea, and the Bureau

where you go to type the same thing over and over.

Well, it’s April and levitation is occurring.

No big deal. Really.

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Well, it’s May and the occurrence of levitation

continues. Really, it’s not a big deal.

After all: Adventure Baby and I are denizens

of the spiritual world. We sailed the wide expanse

of content. See: we have our own comic book.

See: here is a map behind glass in a box.

Androids are the caretakers. See: they are gigantic.

A ghostly farm is where we grow

dissident potatoes, read the latest issue,

ask each other “How’s the tooth?”

A Polar there snuffles across invisible ice

dragging parts of a bicycle.

Whither the Universe Goes, Go I—Maybe

Half the distance and then half again

and only half aware of the least

remembrance of April.

Eventually, down the eventual

stumbling causal casualness we go.

Oh. So after casual conversation

what is left is the softer void.

Monkey destiny. The map is just talking

about monkey destiny. Secret Idea

has apparatus to detect most monkey infractions.

Thus making it up—the monkey—ensures

this is not the life for me to make.

All I Have To Do Is Snap My Fingers

Wide-screen adventure

and obsession with rain.

This dog’s name is Lousy.

Five dice and moonlight. Suck

in your stomach

and give it your

karaoke best.

This dog is named Terminal.

I know how to

put this song inside

your head.

Especially since it is a rain song

with harmony and dogs.

Put fresh vegetables in that place and everyone

would go there

despite the tugboat people

and the ever escalating squid wars.

A little farther down the line

it was a short experiment

we didn’t even wait

for lightning to power the mad science.

Singing all my blues away.

This pup you can call The Charm,

The rain shining

has it.

A piano with some strings

in the background

[could be the Beatles or

it could be (more hopefully)

the Beach Boys].

Totally took their shirts off.

You wouldn’t bring a dog

named Cartographer to the bar

would you?

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You aren’t sure who it is

who butters your bread.

The rain shining.