Classical Allegory

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December 2019, no. 417

Classical Allegory

by
December 2019, no. 417

To hell with what you think of me.
I’ve started drinking martinis at three.
I wake, I walk, I write, I sleep.
I snooze the alarm. I doze. I read.
Sometimes I listen to Carmen McRae
and pity you an inch. Not often.
Mostly I think about who’ll be next
now you’re gone. I stay out extravagantly late.
I buy myself a new coat, oysters, peonies.
I take long baths with a flute of champagne.
In bars, I sip whiskey straight. I pet
stray cats on stoops. When it’s hot
I laze around in French lingerie. Why not?
You’ve gone; the world hasn’t stopped.

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