Anthony Hawley

from P(r)etty Sonnets

it was one wet hot american summer consanguineous with the mordent empire's dissolve the guinness book went wild record-breakers of every sort crammed its pages old encyclopedias gasped at their own irrelevance you and i, we were frenching, almost tipping over the day camp's only orange canoe the extent of the exercise asked that we fetch a flag from a branch on the tiny island but lording over us always the siroccos thwarted any hopes of victory sending us wildly off course past the plastic constellations, past the styrofoam galaxies past tetherballs and talent shows some aspect of the astrological chart figured prominently into this but i am no student of astrology and that was just another bald decade of fearless coupling