Absolutely Smooth MustardA Poem by Robert RonnowThere is absolutely nothing to do. Some people fall in love. I go have a cheese sandwich with mustard. Watch skyscraper lights from the bed. Look at the books and decide to read none of the dry words. The cheese sandwich is good, and orange juice. It's cold in the kitchen so I go back to bed even though it's Spring. Some people go dancing in fish net stockings. They find a good time" but exactly what this means": it's not more important than a star. Quite what is this waiting. Tonight I could disappear and the world might not miss me until next year. I remember passionate nights with some of the women I've known. Two sides of a smooth stone.
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