GARDEN OF APPETITES
On cool summer evenings when the family noisily consumed
green herring, followed by choice asparagus in butter sauce
a steak, salad, french fries, topped off with
strawberries and cream, mocha and vanilla
they then bobbed, the aunts, like peonies, like gas-brimful
balloons on their sticks, on the swell of their eruptive laughter
in every tender breast Wagner audibly cooed
they then drank glass after glass of wine
until each head resembled Pope Pius XII in the Holy Year
so pale!
finally uncle after uncle, drunk as a lord, said goodbye
and the creamy derriere of every aunt swayed away
leaving only the night, that ancient lady
that peacock-blue fan for the lonely smile
of the universe
god of the butterflies, then you slept!
the windows open, a prey to precious dreams
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