
Tuesday mornings spent
supreming a tart grapefruit
the cashew segments
bleed into his coffee cup
his newspaper left unread
at sundown I drink
limoncello sorbet with
shavings of regret
hope is a skeletal fiend
who desperately befriends me
"These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder. Which, as they kiss, consume."— Romeo & Juliet, Act II, Scene VI
Tuesday mornings spent
supreming a tart grapefruit
the cashew segments
bleed into his coffee cup
his newspaper left unread
at sundown I drink
limoncello sorbet with
shavings of regret
hope is a skeletal fiend
who desperately befriends me