S u s a n   L e w i s

 

Dear Nemesis

 

—most constant

& attentive—

 

(not that I don’t

appreciate the need for

 

discretion & its

many splendors)

 

+ Keats’ reminder that

this is the mother of that

 

+ a certain flattery

as every one needs

 

& everyone has

—in this mottliest of

 

possible whirleds

(in which company loves 

 

misery & any thing

on any scale is dropt

 

in the proverbial bucket):

like an impolitic virus

 

your satisfaction might

undo you.