The Romance of Middle Age
Now that I’m fifty, let me take my showers at night …
Now that I’m fifty, let me take my showers at night …
There is only one ring for those sweating horses with the preternaturallyflat backs and the fat smooth rumps from which
My bowl of lamb and gravy from the can appears each morning when at last you rise. An hour ago
You may have thought, from visiting art shows, that canyons squeezed together on their way downstream. No. That’s only perspective.
The bed sheet knows the vices I’ve slept.How quickly it nooses my feet. Someone said,we’re wrong men in a right