Issue 188, Spring 2009
here in the open, love lies apart,
singing to its beads. How reflective is that?
Don’t be such a goose, love said.
They’ll tinsel you.
They came after me and in the end I was a sot.
They said on TV it didn’t matter.
One fallen ice cube is left. The others go in.
So it was on your conscience the hangover happened?
You don’t want to call.
Others than you are surfeited.