He’s working on his
third marriage, the old
young man on the stool
next to me, sucking
down his burning vapors,
gargling bad omens,
telling everyone: Stay
alone as long as you can,
with a whisper of fear
when he says the word
Alone.
He’s working on his
third marriage, the old
young man on the stool
next to me, sucking
down his burning vapors,
gargling bad omens,
telling everyone: Stay
alone as long as you can,
with a whisper of fear
when he says the word
Alone.