The Ecphorizer

Nay to Hay
Olivia Anderson

Issue #19 (March 1983)

It was your splendor
in the grass
that left me with
an itching neck.

My legs are scratched
in hack and front;
I'm picking weed seeds
from my ears.

And when you ask
it's your good luck
if I agree
with you to play.

When next you ask
if there's no bed
the most I'll give
to you is a kiss. 

Olivia Anderson lives and poetizes in Silicon Valley.

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