Love in a Modern World
Broadway and Twelfth, enchanted forest.
Army surplus girl-poets
wearing matching wool caps and snowy March-
spotless and battered, beautiful and cheap as pulp paper.
Esoteric covers memorized in high school,
scornful of the Good Girl and Leading Man.
Her oversized dark glasses
said “Thank you,” as I kissed you.
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