A bestiary catalogs
bests. The mediocres
both higher and lower

A bitter pill
doesn’t need
to be swallowed

Again and again
he wrote the
character for his name

Slip is one
law of crash
among dozens.

For we want to make off 
with things that are not
our own. There is a pleasure

Much
of life is Dutch
one-digit operations

When they are there,
I eat pears, says Mrs Last,
who likes pears best

One can’t work
by lime light.
A bowl full

(What a Trojan horse) 
thought Matrigupta, 
rewarded for his verse 

It is
so snug—
the skin