there is no need for a fan
when the sixties utter prophetic dreams
of the seventies when many
days where jackets cling to you.
That Winter Weight.
and, bored boyfriends
you will always remember for failed negotiations.
mainly, because he didn’t want to drive
all the way to Boston
and you didn’t believe him
when he said that in New Jersey
they won’t trust us with gas on any given day.
but, I wore my pumps well,
falling in the street.
oblivious, as a hungry bunny.