Two Poems

How So If it’s Monday, it’s my ovaries, so [tab5]unexpected. Could you please[/tab5] [tab10]demystify?[/tab10] The book came into the hands. [tab5]Reached by root[/tab5] [tab5]and doubled,[/tab5] [tab10]O Jesus, [/tab10] I am sitting in the tongue of an atomic bomb: How should I behave? Digging in a tangerine. Digging in a little girl. Digging [tab5]in a digression[/tab5] [tab5]of the smallest things: the spoon[/tab5]   On a Day I hit you over the head with a particular don’t we and the blinds snapped into formation. [tab10]Another kind: Do you carry[/tab10] high wind advisory?  I tend to [tab30](and drop) emotional ramifications,[/tab30] to see what happens when I pick petal. : Something breathes. I mean to say [tab10]under the waist is contrary.[/tab10] [tab10]: Dead[/tab10][tab20]: Mountain pansies[/tab20] [tab30]: Look and you’ll see[/tab30] nine hundred scrutinies, the perennial atomic bomb, the inside which is made of errors.