He was reading my poems,
and, heaven forbid,
a drop of condensed water
slid off his beer bottle
and SPLAT
on my precious ramblings.
I gasped!
It's ridiculous tough.
My favorite books have
SPLATS
smattered throughout their pages-
Soda, coffee, water,
pieces of rotten lettuce launched
from heartily eaten sandwiches,
spaghetti�
I hope some day the corners of my pages
will be turned down in haste,
the paper wrinkled with coffee,
and splattered with flattened crumbs.
kmb 08/02
