I Am Younger Each Year At The

My Husband Sings Baa Baa Black Sheep And We Pretend That All's Certain And Good, That The Marriage Won't End.

The Windows, The Starving Windows That Drive The Trees Like Nails Into My Heart.

... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What The Meal Is.

You Cutting The Lawn, Fixing The Machines, All This Leprous Day And Then More Vodka, More Soda And The Pond Forgiving Our Bodies, The Pond Sucking Out The Throb.

Rats Live On No Evil Star