Anna Evans


Sonnenizio On A Line from Millay
  or, A Lack of Willpower


Love is not all; it is not meat or drink.
Although, because I don't much care for meat
perhaps I should say love's not fish or drink -
salmon or sea bass, that's what I really love.
Anyway, like drink, sometimes I can't stop
and love you too much. That's why, I suppose,
when we meet we try not to kiss each other.
After all, I'm married: there's no future in love
between us, so, we mustn't get drunk together -
we might be tempted to let our bodies meet.
Still, we can have lunch. Something meaty for you
and I'll take fish. We'll go easy on the drink,
pretend love's not on the menu. Fuck it, look -
come over tonight for drinks. Maybe I'll cook…
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