Bits of Ice
(To Elaine Kaufman)
By Tatiana Pahlen

If you've been trapped
into luring eyes
hitting on nothing,
but sharp bits of ice,
don’t call it Challenge,
run, flee away,
shove off your chances
to be squashed again.
Find other ways
to exhaust your pain;
wish to stab your Ego?
Get drunk at Elaine’s!

December 22,1999

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