Next Year

Next year, we said,we’ll celebrate. There will be chocolate again—and peace. We’ll sleep entwined,the tangled sheets, so satin-fine without a single patch,and scented only with love. Year after year, we said it–and believed— and now,there’s a chicken roasted brownas you imagined on a gold-rimmed china platter,at the table, there’s real bread—with sweet creamery butter—but tears […]

Next Year