Of the Poet’s Youth
Erin Belieu
When the man behind the counter said, “You pay by the orifice,”
what could we do but purchase them all? Ah, Sandy,
you were unquestionably the deluxe model, modish and pert
in your plastic nurse whites, official hostess to our halcyon days,
what could we do but purchase them all? Ah, Sandy,
you were unquestionably the deluxe model, modish and pert
in your plastic nurse whites, official hostess to our halcyon days,
