Wednesday, February 20, 2008


The ceiling wasn't talking to me.
I made plans for another breakfast
on "another day" "like this one"
"in the near future".

Gladly a street, then acceptance.
Possums? There were never enough
when you needed them. The deli's
about to shutter up for the season

as our toothpicks are given new hors d'oeuvres.