I had a dream
about a couple I know
who seemed to be
so simpatico.
The leftist economist
had grown weary of academia
so he bought a rubber glove factory
and fished
whenever he wanted.
(Fly fishing, I assume,
though I am not sure.)
The gloves he manufactured
were sturdy,
industrial,
not the flimsy tool of the proctologist.
His wife,
who wrote children’s books
and has an operatic voice,
decided to become a shopper
at the same time.
And, so, they separated.
2/11/03