In our teens we all bought girdles
with rubber knobs to hold up our stockings.
We wiggled into them, our “foundations.”
Lisa Olstein – Shimmer Here Shimmer
Remember the feel of the latch:
a group of organic habits, such
simple structures. In storm
Len Krisak – Tiberius
There won’t be conquests anymore.
Time saw to that. Now comes withdrawal.
There’s not the slightest chance that war
Will rouse the appetite at all.