"feeling amicable in mid city"
By Anna Harberger
profess, grouse onward
for we have all taken our seats. must we
drag our limp tendrils around again and
strangling glasses of chianti, and burnt
drag the cigarette to stained lips,
hollowed our eyes,
shallow our semblances.
with your prayers for california and all of us
exalt poignant waves, destitute, though