Underground

You can skip the fancy appetizers

You can pass the plate of canapés.

Forgo the sour drinks; no one's the wiser.

There's a pleasantness in the company.

You've lived below the ground too long,

Your sad and strange submersion.

An open window can work wonders.

Please stop your constant circling about the Persian.

People wait and rooms appear

And simple steps are all it takes

To peel away the dour wallpaper.

Can you smell the aphrodisiac fumes

Just above your head right here,

My friend?

- 2/18/26