"Bite the plum:

it soaks your teeth

nicely,

does it not? We miss

you already, but say

before you leave

a little about yourself

Come, drink

let us speak,

savor life." We tipped

our cups,

and there was little too say

beyond recent shootings,

and I refuse.

a glance:

is it inwards

when you pause?

we have let the bird

bath in the back dry

a beer bottle

is in the well

"But speak,

it gives us pleasure

and you would enjoy"

I step to the street

where the moon's jowls

are still, the air turbulent

with hysteria.