I smear my lips with lipstick, my cheeks with rouge

Someone has brought potato salad and someone else has brought cole slaw.

She’d gotten into the habit of going nights
to a secret ledge on the apartment house roof

Good old Patrick Casey!

But why should monkeys concern us?

For two months / I have not written / a word.

In the drawing room you sat shaven / among cleavages rank with sweat.

Lifting his head from the paper he noticed her orange hair.

I miss a social life. I know I made myself for that.

Dear fellow gull, a question or two for you to answer, if you care to.