Guest Poet: Gilbert Seldes

Schmooziness

we enjoy smelling our own

armpits

so much

so much

"smells like teen spirit"

Projected petroleum jelly

lubricates our

interface with the world

miasmic force field

cushions the sharp points

our beloved schmooziness

coats, soothes and relieves

this puss-filled petri dish

turns us into jellyfish