I WOULDN'T WONDER
There is a gas-light on, under the books.
I wouldn't wonder about that.
These is a shard of glass beneath the shattered
window. Other than being careful for your hands,
I wouldn't pay it any mind.
Yesterday at four PM, the wind came through
and just took. Everything. Away.
I've been insulted before. By the guy on
Avenel Street, who lived by Cameo's.
Nothing. New. There. At. All.