Sport 40: 2012
Record the raindrops, miss, the toppling
sun, record your short time pacing by.
I welcome the new assistant, pearl eared, but beady-eyed.
She is so purple towards the evening, I’m not sure if it’s my
ﬂickering about, or her inventive plainness.
Record this, miss. Make sure the letter is sent out, this century
shall not wait forever. And then do
take off your pearls, I cannot work and look at them white
and lascivious like that.