Fashion ball, they sing again and again. In the dream, cats wear bells and we eat old cake. A rain and petal shower. Drum beats cease.Double tarp for the win. Have you viewed your fill? The drummer’s foot placement, the dancer in bloomers, noodle faceplant, a faster song.The plaque is in memory of planting. Hanami spiderman lifts his mask. You can choose your alpine water. To the pink cow.We live off cicada husk bridge. He sells concrete in Kent. I attempt to explain again tights v. leggings. Elongated shins.I feel guilty for her forgotten umbrella. Hotman style of living. A pencil in pant cuff. Three jobs call for tipping.The aging rocker has a drum box. It’s on boat, he says. Shatner battles a succubus in Esperanto, David Bowie bass.What a nice ukulele you have. The cutlery is not up to par. Green plastic trombone. They call it the bamboo ceiling.It sounds like Manchester. That son’s clapping is actually ironic, he says. Geronimo show bar – red thunder in the East.____Stephanie Anderson is the author of In the Key of Those Who Can No Longer Organize Their Environments (Horse Less Press) and Variants on Binding (forthcoming, National Poetry Review Press). Her most recent chapbooks are Sentence, Signal, Stain (Greying Ghost) and the forthcoming LIGHTBOX (The New Megaphone). She lives in Chicago and edits Projective Industries.