Quatrain of Gift-Horse


Remorse - regret


Abashed!  I must have been
sleeping when we
met,

I don't remember your face
or borrowing a
cigarette.

Of course I don't smoke,
except after
intercourse,

I must doze off - snore
into the mouth of a
gift-horse.

Yorktown Disciple
1995

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