So, what do you do?
- and my answer is cropped, troubled:
I pour drinks in a bar, Guinness
for the curmudgeons. This is what I do
for money. What I do is other things, also,
I tinker away at words, smooth the edges
until the square peg slips
into the round hole. I lacquer my lashes
and bat them like the master marksman, I scream
expletives at the moon
when it's full. I keep small, polished secrets in
my bottom drawer, I ride a
circus pony in frocked lingerie, and
I top up the Guinness, slowly,
so that the head is smooth.