Cats At Their Bowls Lapping by Donal Mahoney

This time there’s a postscript:
“If ever I cook dinner for you,
it will be Coquilles St. Jacques
and Jefferson Davis Pie.”

Imagine Angela,
after all these years,
rising and gliding
to check on my pie,

wouldn’t that be something?
Angela, come to Chicago,
and bring all of your cats.
I’ll watch those cats

in your lap napping,
you in my lap napping,
the cats at their bowls lapping,
and I in my chair laughing.

Angela, bring all of your cats
and come to Chicago
to make Coquilles St. Jacques
and Jefferson Davis Pie.

(Autobiographical poem) Aaron Beasley gropes himself

IF LIKE THEN

Is it okay if
I still think of you
while masturbating
promise I'll keep it clean

To be ironic
all you have to do is
pretend that you're not
sorry for everything

I occupied wall
street & all I got
was this lousy
semicolon