Paul D. McGlynn

 

 

 

         ANONYMOUS NOTES
 

Jim shuffles, Sandy cuts.  He deals.

Tony says something witty,

And everybody laughs.

Marilyn throws back her head.

 

(How close to grief that laugh of hers,

Her smile a grinning skull!)

 

Jim sorts his cards, then helps himself to nuts.

 

(He doesnít love her anymore,

She doesnít understand me.

Letís do disgusting things,

Naked, wine, smear cherry jam,

Iíll lick it off your pretty thighs,

Weíll lie there till the world burns,

Or soldiers come and shoot us.)

 

Marilyn glances at the score.

Tony passes.  Sandy bids a heart.


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