by tossing rings
or throwing darts
is absurdly tall.
It’s taller than you.
It’s purple and plush
and has ears whose insides
are white velvet.
I didn’t take it home for you,
I never made it to the carnival.
If I told you why,
you wouldn’t believe me.
See, there was
this Iranian guy at school,
a scholar as old as Zoroaster,
and when I tried...
...it doesn’t matter.
In any case.
It can’t sit straight,
a slouching victim of gravity.
It beams with a trefoil smile and seems to say
that everything will be all right,
and eventually it will.
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