otto
otto built a smaller heart right outside of his heart
so that pets could live there.
otto had four pets, one for each letter of his father's name,
which was otto.
each day he prepared the same smelly cars to sell to new smelly people.
they'd speed out, passing to the left of the miniature heart
otto didn't think about cars hitting his pets
otto thought about the moment when his pets would be all standing in a line
like some planets or prostitutes
he would send one bullet careening through. the flesh of each pet would step aside tenderly, ringing
like bars of a xylophone, or some equivalent that was tuned to an eastern scale
like bars of a xylophone, or some equivalent that was tuned to an eastern scale
it wouldn't sound great to the smelly people 'cause they're not used to non-western music and maybe they would consider asking why otto killed those pets
but they can't really relate to non-western music
and he doesn't really know why he killed those pets
and he doesn't really know why he killed those pets