ly rude
and
rumpled this morning—and
feeling
it deep
down in each
of
battalions
of
billions
of
stiff little capillaries—my two desiccated
smart-
aleck lips
are—somehow
quick
to pull slow drags
from
a luke-
warm green travel
mug
of paste-
colored
coffee and cream and
cinnamon—and sure, miss, I'm ready—
in a
minute,
that is—to look
over those
files you were all asking-
after last
week or whenever—