regulars
i spent years writing poems about melissa and chris and nancy & lee, and the wines i wouldn’t let them pay for, the gelatos that slipped from my hands into theirs. it’s been years since my muscles naturally scooped and rolled and poured, and tonight it was i who tipped generously and left with an extra piece of cheesecake.
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I got a thrill in the almost e e cummings feel of the beginning…
I agree with mt!
And I love the delight in a “victory” of this poem. Thank you so much!