I like the crispy duck
Because I like the crispy duck
I am here alone
Why else would I like the duck
I am looking forward to the chow-mien
Because I can try to use chopsticks
I am here alone
Why wouldn’t I try something new
I thought I might watch the day disappear
Because of being on the cusp
I am here alone
Why not enjoy the mysteries of dusk
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149