I cannot type my memoirs -
I have no asterisk;
And making private public
Entails a certain risk.
I’m anxious to have footnotes,
Asterisks must appear
Pointing dull minutiae
Made crystal, crystal clear.
But yet without such markings
Rich swear words can be rife -
Four-lettered words tossed thickly
Across my steamy life.
(October,
1991)
