Perhaps my middle-aged spread, love, Is made of despair instead of Potato chips and beer. The refrigerator's cool porcelain leer 5 Sighs and hums in weighty solace Nightlong, and leaves a light on in the palace Stocked with richest foods, assembled desires Anxious yet to stoke caloric fires That youth kept warm 10 By muscle burn.
From the collection "The Sword Inside"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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