Apples Of Eyes, Like All Fruit, Rot,
And You Have, My Dear, I’m Sorry

To Say. Whereas Once You Struck
Me Dumb With Your Beauty, Your

I’m In My Cups, A Little Ungainly.
What Luck To Be Poisoned By Ethanol Now.
In Its Haze, I Am More Or Less Happy
She’s Gone. I’m All Right In My Solitude,
Safe In My Home. I Have Put On Some
Music. I Choose Not To Eat. In An Hour Or
So, I’ll No Longer Be Conscious. She Left Me,
The Bitch, But The Last Laugh Is Mine. I Will
Leave Her In My Own Way Soon

I’ve Set My Sights On Extinguishing Ariel’s Lover’s
Love. I Have The Means. When He Comes Within
Earshot, I Speak Of Her Thighs. I Describe How It
Was To Be Nestled Between Them, To Thrust, To
Thrill, To Elicit Her Moans (Though I Didn’t) .
He’ll Wonder Why She Has Been Silent When He
Has Been On Her. He’ll Worry That He Is
Inadequate, As He Undoubtedly Is. And I Mention
How Often She Begged Me To Stay, Which Is Not
Quite Correct. I Was Ordered To Go. That’s A
Subject Which, Even Now, Fills Me With Sorrow,
And, Possibly, Bitterness, Surely, A Reason For
Wanting To Poison His Love

I Crept Past Andrea’s House In The Moonlight,
Craven, Unworthy, So Far From Being Who
I’d Said I Was As That Moon Is To Cheese, And I
Paused In The Shadow Of Two Massive Trees,
Wishing I Could Send Images Into Her Dreams
That Would Show Her How Little I Actually Am,
Not A Wise Man, A Rich One; Instead, Just A Fool
With A Penchant For Boasting To Try To Get
Laid. I Gave Up, And, In Failure, Went On To My
Home, Where, By Morning, I’d Rebuilt My Liar’s
Facade. When I Ran Into Andrea, She Shook Her
Head. “i Have Learned Who You Are. You
Appeared In My Dream As An Insect, A Flea.
Now, I Want You To Leave Me.” I Did. In A
Field, On A Rock, I’m Unsure. Unrespectable
Certainly, False To Myself And To Everyone, I
Wonder Whether I’m Able To Enter The Minds
Others, Who Sleep. Is It Possible? Is The Moon
Made Out Of Cheese?

She Was On The Phone For A Minute And A Half,
Enough Time To Prove To Me How Much I Missed
Her, The Honeyed Voice, The Cackling Laugh. When
I Hung Up, I Saw Her With Me On The Beach, And I
Smelled Her Hair, I Felt Her Wrapped Up Against Me,
And, Once Again, I Watched Her Leave. It Is Winter
In Uruguay Now, I Suppose. It Is Summer Here.
Even So, I Feel Suddenly Cold.