Sonatas to Orpheus, Five

Orpheus in Squirrel Stance

by Graham Everett

WHEN I last thought
You loved me more
Than I did you

I sent you postcards
Bigger and bigger every day
Till the mailman, strapped
By the weight of my last creation,
Collapsed helpless at your door
And it's him you married

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