The good life is unbuttoned, questions
about gender just stirring after a raucous night
under the hammock. Rumor has it that trellises
and vines have reached an understanding,
even without therapy. Where heroism
and speech-giving will fit in is not quite clear.

For those who are biting their fingernails, why stop there?
Being on the leeward side of today is nothing
more than projection, a heartfelt letter dropped
in the mail without a stamp on purpose.