Amuse-Bouche

The hard and fast rules, the business,

Walking across town the baby’s hand in mine

Gave me anxiety Rosado barely mellowed.

Who doesn’t love to hear about anxiety.

You wouldn’t be too wrong to wake from dreaming

Into an amusement park sluice of Rioja

Eau de post-Auden thanks a lot Timex hubbub.

Those feelings are in their way good luck.

I don’t even need a communion wafer

To feel the need to broadcast imprecations

Fade like a docent as the hedge fund falls.