poem ending with a line from peter orlovsky

seriously do tell all
if you can measure
your foot by your
hair's breadth
should it really
come down to
this all shit-stained
and glad-happy
just from the look
of you
we could be twins
romulus and remus
save your entries
for another day
we knew what's what
and bargained
for more on that first
morn when we traipsed
in and declared it all
a bust but damn fine
it was to know
i.q. 90 in school, now
specialized i.q. is thousands