envy

By Christopher Mulrooney

if another whole however
were to come by me
and grieve and whine and moan
why then it would be

in another of those academic corridors

where the if and the be
join the glee club
and the anemones and starlings
in a pot of ink
cavort in dreamless sleep
and we can all go home together
at last consulted in those lambskins
conferred upon the great