If you die in Amsterdam with no next of kin,
and no friends or family to prepare [a] funeral
or mourn over the body, a poet will write
a poem for you and recite it at your funeral.
~ The Fact Site
I don't know what to think of Daddy
Longlegs now that I've learned they
have penises; or what it can mean
that a man made a world record from
breaking 46 wooden toilet seats with
his head. I can't count how many times
my husband has said "Idiot" for each
driver that's done something stupid
on the road. And I'm unsure of what
I might say on meeting an iguana,
now that I've learned they have
a third eye atop their heads
and might be some kind of clair-
voyant. Far away, in search of mad
honey, the Gurung fashion rope ladders
to climb the high cliffs above their village
in Nepal— as if to illustrate a universal
truth: only sweetness which might leave us
reeling on the roadside or kill us
is the only one worth going after.