real peach

henry jamison

well nighttime passes

but the dark remains

and i was feelin' like a little child

but i am loathe to place blame

on that lioness-esque woman

who will go here unnamed

she was looking in me for a lion

when she found it so tame. on that erstwhile may morning

i took the six downtown to spring

and i was writing something elegiac

that i never learned to sing

but i think it was this song

just four years premature

and i remember crossing out the line

-all is fair in love and war"