WHAT I HAVE, SO FAR

the novel begins with a hairy arm
it becomes reattached of course
but incorrectly
as a rib with a woman clinging to it
a gnosh here a gnash there
some rambling six cylinders engaged
this is what happens when you make people up out of loneliness
you get beautiful colors and faulty transmissions
blisteringly hot leather interiors
a scalpel poised above the point of incision
can we separate the woman from the rib
while eating an apple
lure her away with lengthy research projects perhaps
so that the hairy arm can have some semblance of its man back
two characters wanting to be three
an A and a B wanting to equal C
abstract romantic UFOs
there is too much drool on the pillow now
let’s turn it over
side B is not as popular but it can grow on you
it’s where the artist can feel free to experiment
now that he is wealthy
chapter two is real fun
sunshine resorts lots of lengthy sexual liaisons
the hairy arm wants to be a monk
the woman wants so much more than just a rib
it must be the wine
they’re finished repopulating so that’s not a motive
they like the way the gauze feels against the wounds
room service I need another print cartridge please
chapter three gets talked out in Room 208
mice roaches fleas and ticks all disguised as words
the hair is so thick
the rib makes her feel like a woman
museum marijuana chicken parmagiana
snake rib Elijah skirt made of pine cones who cares
first the pain killers and then the fecal impaction
later the controversy (British pronunciation)
of the intercalary chapter that begins
“Her cleavage makes him salivate.”
and goes on for dozens of pages
before it ends with the naked couple running for the exit of the garden