Feb 15, 2011 21:41
"The Emperor"
Matthew Rohrer
She sends me a text
she's coming home
the train emerges
from underground
I light the fire under
the pot, I pour her
a glass of wine
I fold a napkin under
a little fork
the wind blows the rain
into the windows
the emperor himself
is not this happy
thirty-two and a third times X three years
matthew rohrer