Sometimes love’s vagrancy (whatever you call it)
overwhelms all but the most robust subscribers,
and, dishonest as it may sound, the whole cramped enterprise
is given only a few minutes to clear out of town.
We were touchy that year, all year,
at least until the old lady died. Perhaps a singularity
enraptured you, caused the sell-off
and the false positive. Compare your notes
with the sample addresses, the ones
the boss started to give, but then just couldn’t.
Outside the metropolis
you hardly find any restaurants worth eating in. Yet