“That wing of course is closed”
said Magda whose venomous green eyeshadow
matched her voice;
“I’d have that lanced if I were you”
Who never says exactly what she thinks.
“Wrong word: wing”
“to use about a house tethered toad-like to the lawn
A real fixer-upper”.
Andreas never says what he thinks either
But he knows about fixer-uppers.
It’s too late now.
At dinner they quarrel about Ezra Pound;
Pretending to agree.
Squeaky bedsprings bastardize a sad romance;
Hopeless beds mandate all sex standing up.
This butler’s deaf and dumb,
But knew the one way out:
He was in for the tip of a lifetime.
At breakfast the debate about Plath
Turns violent; the danger
Of murdering yourself with a kitchen appliance is
They are everywhere.
What a refreshing holiday, says Reni.
We should do it more often says Andreas.
Truth never spoken –