Newly Recovered Jane Sonnet

#6

Metatarsal me something or grant me untrammeled

access to the interior or pay the secretary to remain

on the dole in these afternoons of primp & September,

asterisks falling from the eyes of the formerly-loved

when you ask me over for dinner into the city up from

the beaches giant suspension bridge framed in just so

to ask the biggest question why won’t you sleep

with me out of the way parked in the driveway smoking

a chesterfield on the davenport this swinging portends

a happy landing, a surfeit of product & a bushel

of produce but don’t listen to me, go ask lou & chip

our best beer providers, those we tip well as the weather

turns trembly pointing toward my birthday the tenth

of October the month of the freshly-banged freshman.