Saturday, October 6, 2007

Alone with friends

My babe,

Throwing back with Jose; tonight
it's quiet--
the only thing that can be heard
is the swish and clink of glass on glass, the swish
and thump of glass on Ikea birch veneer every few minutes,
the tap-tap of my fingers on greasy keys,
and outside the kitchen window,
the rustle of that damn squirrel in the ivy
looking for God-knows-what.


1 comment:

Jeremy said...

Hahaha, the squirrel.