Polish the young woman’s ego like wax on a wood floor, Shinola on shoes, spit on an apple.

gleaming like a searchlight, Iowa moon, silver plate.

Gasps erupted from his nostrils like grouse from a thicket, schoolboys onto a recess yard, grease spatters from frying bacon.

Hung in the air like fart gas in an elevator, insecurity in a prom ballroom, guilt around a police lineup.

Whacked away under the desk like hail on a barn roof.

Poetry comes out of you like a pot of oatmeal boiling over.