This is the story of a poem made from a table, balloons, Taylor Swift, gerbils, and poor judgment.
—and based on Table Poems, a poetic form created by Jan-Henry Gray.
| Lover | Fuck you | Ninety-nine |
| There's no clowns | Red lipstick | Furry, Fluffy |
| Cardboard | Led Zeppelin | Legs | Glitter | Peanut | Steampunk |
| Helium | Style | Secret |
| Slut | Allergic to latex | Eras |
| Friendship Bracelet | Running on the Wheel | Animals |
| Red | Reputation | Butt Holes |
| Clouds | Foiled again | Like |
| Cats | Clan warrior princess | Happy Birthday |
| Up | Fearless | Tails |
| Tissue paper | We all float | Lavender Haze |
| The love lasts so long | Active | Mylar is a material |
| balloons | Taylor Swift | gerbils |
lover, fuck you, fearless
there are no clowns, no red lipstick, no happy birthday
ninety—nine eras
like cardboard cats
the love lasts so long, said taylor swift, we all float
said another
—slut
mylar is a functional material, but led zeppelin had great legs,
the reputation goes that butthole surfers
are foiled clouds that float on
oh—glittering peanuts, steampunk helium,
even if i'm allergic to latex,
i wear luft on my friendship bracelet
the gerbil running on the wheel—clan warrior princess—
imagines the lavender fields, kicks up the floral haze
active as a balloon in the wind, tail like tissue flapping
how it makes the room shimmer