She was a Swedish
translator whose name
I don’t remember,
but I liked her, half
smashed in a little black
dress, even as she
raised her glass
to bash the man
I’d soon take back,
& marry--too
macho! This time
of year I think of her.
She was a Swedish
translator whose name
I don’t remember,
but I liked her, half
smashed in a little black
dress, even as she
raised her glass
to bash the man
I’d soon take back,
& marry--too
macho! This time
of year I think of her.