The East Village

Jordan Davis

Now that her book was out And her husband was no longer Competitive on the golf circuit She was happy to keep the secret Of her name. They would play Tennis and be admired for her Looks and backhand as much as His masters and opens. She was Striking in a pony tail and Her verse was clean and strong. She wrote about people in Maine And Massachusetts towns and only In an occasional analogy to Sidelines did she hint of her Relation. He loved her. He Flipped through Trollope and Clancy Novels at night as she sat In front of her three-line screen Adding lines and taking lines away. Their daughter was drunk off her ass At a boarding school in Delaware.