Dear dirty
dump truck—I'm
so much
heavier that you!
Despite—
the tons
you're made
to move (never
mind the rusty
ones you're made of) and
despite—
your crust
of limestone
dust and mud-
flaps only a
stiff sludge could suffer—
you
will never
know the ponderous
capability of being
carried by another—of being
filled
by emptiness—with huge
and clumsy things
like dark
and awkward
silences—or even
for that matter, just the bulk
pleasure of
spiting things
arbitrarily—
