Poem for Kendra Scott & Lori Greiner

there’s blood in the water. confetti. a unique way
to soothe your baby. sleepy baby. i would lift my

hand away. why isn’t there a device that does this?
i’m not going to stop working. y’all have no idea.

we all love each other. i was hoping you would
ask. i used to drive an aircraft carrier. i decided

i needed a change. you haven’t done enough with
your life. you need to do more. the sky is always

going to be the limit. i’m from columbus, ohio.
i was elbow deep in wood-glue and glitter. red

tunic, pink gown, blue suit and no tie. i started
learning. my hairy, audacious goal. i’m focus-

ing on a second location. i’m the face of it. off-
white suit and red tie. i have 152 stores. i have a

team that i trust. there’s a reason she’s wearing red.

Poem for Barbara Corcoran & Lori Greiner

you have got to run fast. nothing for miles. universal
design super easy to use. $150,000. don’t worry. the

use case. i’m a premium guy i want the premium
version. i invest because of the entrepreneur. i love

the concept. we’re the living example of if you just stick
with it. korea, taiwan. we’re from orlando, florida.

how do you prove it does that? the trees on the left,
the water on the right. year two. right now you’re back

at the bottom of the toilet. it’s a little test that i do. they did
this to us. that’s what i heard in your tone. wish you the

best, it’s not for me. it’s very absorbent. they expand
extremely fast. is there any risk that your head explodes?

so far, nobody’s head had exploded. next year. through
the nose. turnkey. $48,000. i’m really glad that you

mentioned that. we’re already out there selling this.
you walk into a vacuum and there’s no view. venice,

the south of france. where there’s mystery, there’s
margin. good luck thank you good luck. bye. there

are millions of people with windowless rooms—
it made me feel good, that they loved our product.

Poem for Nancy Savoca & Bob Comfort

Take no prisoners and don’t become one.
There on the platform, she was half hair.

Rain dripped down glass, like it’s melting.
Is everything here really homemade?

Please don’t stop, you sound beautiful.
I’m not really used to being around women.

No—I’m not angry, I’m just ready.
It was nice to have met you; I mean it.

We can go somewhere else to dance.
A mai tai is a very weak drink.

Semper fi, do or die, and to the dancefloor.
White glove on the back of the neck.

I think you’re one lucky motherfucker.
Stretched turquoise cloth for a wall.

I’m going to listen to records.
I swear to you, in these headlights.

I’ve been to six different dog fights.
The host closes the red velvet rope.

I feel like walking, you feel like walking?
Shooting changes things real quick.

Rainglow of the line of paper lanterns.
I’m sorry if I upset you in any way.


Z.H. Gill lives in East Hollywood, CA. He edits Burial Magazine.

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