Sometimes love’s vagrancy (whatever you call it) 
overwhelms all but the most robust subscribers, 
and, dishonest as it may sound, the whole cramped enterprise 
is given only a few minutes to clear out of town.

We were touchy that year, all year, 
at least until the old lady died. Perhaps a singularity 
enraptured you, caused the sell-off 
and the false positive. Compare your notes 

with the sample addresses, the ones 
the boss started to give, but then just couldn’t. 
Outside the metropolis 
you hardly find any restaurants worth eating in. Yet