A is tops, alpha, a known quantity in algebra,
          but why? Why is bush-league B always second to
          cousins who can't cut equal corners of cake for C and
          doesn't D deserve all the deliciousness of real dairy
          even when Ethan Hawke insists D remain a vegan?
          Forget the hierarchy of the Food Network, forget
          gastronomy and gourmet or any of the ghastly
          hegemonic and homoironic horror hits
          inciting irritation! I, for one, am an insurgent,
          juggling joy and Jurassic extinction at Jiffy Lube.
          Kick me. Or kick a Rockette. I love the letter K!
          Love when those la la's and lampposts and lightbulbs
          morph into Monarchs and Blue Morpho Butterflies.
Never mind the inadvertent narrator who knows
          one is only in it for the story. Or the octopus. Oh,
          Pluto knows me better than you, Pansy Popular.
          Quickest to the crime scene at Quality Inn, you
          resuscitated the robber whose acid reflux rendered him
          Sid and Nancy. Either way, someone shady saved
          the least popular letter, T, and there you totally go.
          Univision's movie version Pansy y Nancy was
          voted most likely to sequel. Verily, verily, I say
          WTF? Sometimes I say: Mrs. Wiggins, why wait for
          x-finity when finity is so x-otic on its own?
          Yin yearns for Yang in a New York yellow cab
          zigzagging traffic, their hands at each other's zippers.  
            
Denise Duhamel was born in Rhode Island. She and Maureen Seaton currently live in Hollywood, FL where Duhamel teaches at Florida International University. She is the author of numerous books and poetry collections including her most recent and aclaimed Blowout.