I:My first openingnight in years, and you had
a show, too, but I’d been to yours
would havehad to miss my own party.
And why I didn’t care as much as I should have
that you had to leave right afterwas, I had found already my secondlover, and so.He kept me busy.You sent a message to my phoneas the grand swept back in.
Told me you didn’t know
I coulddo what I had done.These days I get upset when there are more linesin one stanza than the other, and anotherfunny new thing isHow To enjamb or Not To enjamb.Begins to come in scattered.They call it.Messing with style.I play with the ideaof sending you my latest work
this one.In fact.As you began integral, thenfled the page and now.That idea has come from a singleearlier one.I did send yousomething. On your phone
it was an offering.No. Not that, an opening.To take in what you choseto offer to me.