Last Winter Is Over.

Across the table
between meats of Ethiopia
a man with fire on his chin dies
of his laughter
a woman tells of a kink
that lives far beneath the others -
She does that a lot.

They all look the same to me.

Nuclear bombs are going off
in my flooded ears

Both of them.

If small people lived deep
inside my Eustachian tubes
Well.
That would just be strange.