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On the Way Home

     Bats drool into the gutter.
                —John Ashbery

And so do you. Or you
used to, anyway. You
were always looking for
bats. I take a couple

more twirls around our
mini-park of yore, remin
iscing over your various
fetishes. I have no re

morse, so this gives me
some delight. What was
it you used to say, “Dare
the devil to care?” Yes, that

was what you used to say.
Heading home. No regrets.