Thursday, October 10, 2013

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Though thoroughly
stirred—
I swear 

I can hardly understand 
a word
of all these 

Arias of Verdi's—I just

like the way 
the bass
voice makes me feel—mild,

kind of
sweet—and then
swirly, like a gooey 

crespelle batter bubbling
off—in the 
pan of the tight little kitchen

of somebody some-
where who 
loves some-

one else
just—
enough to cook 

pointless-
ly difficult things like me 
up

just—
for little-
old 

her on his off-day.