devote his life to her, he is
good and simple and kind
and also impotent,
because 119 pills of that variety
of sleep-inducing medication
will frequently cause severe paralysis;
Anne, however, not knowing-
or would she care?-
is now up to pill number 76,
while her lover's new love,
although he would not now discover
it was mere infatuation,
light and passing as measles on
a bright July day,
hangs half-scalped from a girder
under the bridge spanning the
railway embankment, and
sways occasionally in the passing breeze,
making a pretty picture if you do not
look too close,
as the painting of Anne Leaning on a Table
can be deceptive, if you only glance at it
in passing, thumbing a book.
Eileen Stratidakis
ORBITS
They sit on the ground in circles,
weaving their tales like rugs
to keep them warm.
The hunt is still the game;
