Saturday, August 21, 2021

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Robin’s Geriatric Hood

     What do you want, John? Informally, a
     new body, and an assistant.
                                 —John Ashbery

Did my blood sugar gain
Erase your
Losses? I keep

Remembering you
At twenty-two,
Yellowing around the gills,

Closing all the doors,
Robbing the rich to pay the poor, always
Out of
Sync with
Synchronicity.

Robin's geriatric gun