It's Like

It's like sewing a rip in your jeans with garter snakes instead of thread.
It's like watching a Russian film with the ghost of Ronald Reagan.
It's like squeezing three-bean salad out of a toothpaste tube.
It's like driving from Detroit to Denver in a cardboard car.
It's like swimming in Maalox.
It's like eating drywall.
It's like, it's like...
It's like drawing with Cesium.
It's like interviewing a neutrino.
It's like French-kissing a shaman.
It's like reading Moll Flanders in Urdu.
It's like fact-checking Joseph of Arametheia.
It's like changing the colostomy bag on a Berkshire pig.
It's like digging a tunnel to Trenton with your mother's tongue.

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Author's Note

This poem appeared in 2009 in new aesthetic as part of a seven-poem e-book entitled "The Perfume of The Pony-Tailed Girl Who Played Alone with Darts."

The poem appears in Pointed Sentences (BlazeVOX, 2012).