For Chris (9/18/99)

I ripped a fart and
thought of you.
Out of the early morning recesses of
my mind, your name floated like the
gas emerging from my
fluttering asshole.
And I smiled.
Because I knew that 
flatulance was something you could
understand.  Something you could
wrap your mind around and
appreciate.
It was simple.
A question with an answer.
A mystery with a solution.
And that made me
really happy.