Requiring something lovely on his arm <br />Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm, <br />His family's; later picking up the mammoth <br />Girlfriend of Charlie, meanwhile trying to pawn me off <br />On some third guy also up for the weekend. <br />But Saturday we still were paired; spent <br />It sprawled across that sprawling acreage <br />Until the grass grew limp <br />with damp. Like me. Johnston-baby, I can still see <br />The pelted clover, burrs' prickle fur and gorged <br />Pastures spewing infinite tiny bells. You pimp.<br /><br />Louise Gluck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/labor-day/
