by Adeline Macdonald Clean steam iron the linen sheets, white and crisp and beautiful and without fault or fold White walls upon white walls with nothing to upset you or hurt you or make you cry or want to leave or want to think Do you love it? Is it…
by Michael C. Keith Our host declares the party started Toasting all with a tequila shot Glasses are salted and then saluted Everyone gulps and lungs grow hot * Another! he wails as we all recover This is for all who bare their asses We drink his spirits with…