Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling
in their spandex regalia parade the Vegas suburbs,
among spider cottoned smoke trees and foreclosed one-tracts,
half-full whirlpools spiraling a confetti
of limbless G.I. Joes; the sun is at high lament, and Mountain
Fiji is barefoot, and cuts her toe on a Sudafed foil.
—Cathy Park Hong has a poem in the new T Magazine with art by Aaron Curry. Read the whole thing.