Susan Wheeler
POEMS
 

Flame


       Well, he didn't hold a candle to Meldrum Dieffenthaler, but they both made my skin crawl. No, don't get up. I can reach it from here.

                Astonied, the cerebellum and the frontal cerebrum, limbs, and a mind                 teeters from sense. I would have waited if the crank had wound down.

      Oh, he wasn't anything to write home about, either. Too stuck on himself to be much use.