(originally published 4/10/2008)
from years ago, this poom.
Preppy Hex
I’ve always almost fainted
on that other altar,
where that different-flavored,
sacred wafer came.
I’d cataloged my frailties,
faltered further, wavered
and wondered whether ‘acrid’
was after all the right musk
for that other convocation
awaiting. They had waited for me to come.
