Marilyn on the seesaw reading Ancient Evenings.
Her death’s-head grin. Thinking about the Kennedy Brothers
passing her to each other, notches on their totem pole, their wampum stick,
everwhat you call it. The War on Totemism. Bush called it the War on
Totoism, but we knew what he meant. Run, Toto, run.
Run where? Do what when you get there?
