Authors: Anne Heide
Sixtieth Year
By Anne Heide
Hold back press me back
against the wall.
This smell is overwhelming
of your cigar and your
dinner both of them
and that radio its bulb
makes that burning
stench some hair wrapped
around the light
touch that.
Just try to touch it.
I swear I will move you out of here
If you do not let me be.
He will. I will