My hair is not dead people.
—Sean Malroy
Relax into it. They’re hungry or happy as
ash out of Groucho. So don’t pitch a fit.
Build upon that, rainy Sunday! The start
of a book to me, saying despite the slimness
of however she feels, or the sliminess I’ve been
treating you. How young at heart. Preach a line
by Schuyler like Pastor Ron: “or lamb leg with
mint sauce!” Followed by a long pause. She
feels how he treats her. Despite the engaging
shimmies, the heft of the lattés, the cross over
to the dark side.... A pair of socks that resembles
a checkbook. An entire Saturday on a bookend.
