I’d rather please guests than the cooks.
TO POSTUMUS
When you kiss me you use only half of your mouth.
I approve. Half that half, though, will do.
Will you grant me a greater, ineffable boon?
Keep the rest of that latter half, too.
ROUNDED WITH A SLEEP
Though he bathed with us yesterday, dined with us, too,
And was quite in the pink of condition,
Ancus died this A.M.—of a dream that he’d asked