There’s a ringing in my ears
as if a poem were beating on stone
—Barbara Guest
Sushi next door after running into
David at Borders. As opposed to
I put a comment in your glass, we
were a pair somehow. (John Ashbery)
I used to be able to put a spin
on my balls. Now what? Temporarily
can’t serve alcohol? Rusty keychains?
Ever been evicted over a pomeranian?
I have.
