The breezy note on the fridge said
The breezy note on the fridge said,
Call me, call me even before you get home!
I did that O’Hara thing to my eyelids,
rearranged my clavicles with a shrug,
bolted down the stairs, oh all ye
bemused and loitering at the bottom,
turned a sharp corner and found
myself knee-deep in the oil of a sardine can.
Frank wrote about that one, too,
and it has been painted. I swear!
– James Steerforth (Copyright 2007)