A Bunch of Silly Questions (In Response to Pablo Neruda)

Do pumpkin seeds sleep on the sofa?

Do nightstands use eye cream

or wear age like victorious sheep?

Would a record player abandon its trade

in search of competitive swimming?

Only spin at the end of a lane

but no longer

at the end of a tune?

How do carpets argue? Where is

the area of negotiated space?

Are flamingoes spendthrifts

or have they danced the night away again

in their outfits from the 70s?

Where do sneezes go,

when they skip a day of school?

Why are dirty paint brushes so gruff,

always in the middle of a cigarette

and some as-of-yet incomplete treatise

on latte aesthetics?

Are footballs sentimental?

Caught in remember-whens of first time

slammed down or sailed through?

Would a whisker tell my secret?

Would a colander cut my ponytail?

When do napkins become astronauts?

Did pepper learn to masturbate?

Will my hibiscus write wedding vows?

Is this tacita too old for a twin bed?