It must be me, but I did not enjoy
the morning visitors I had today.
The first I simply thought I would employ
to clean my 20 windows, but he talked
incessantly – complaints that would annoy
a saint. And then I hosted, for two hours,
a former resident who isn’t coy
but doesn’t recollect and couldn’t say
a fact, as flaccid as old corduroy.

(Magic 9)

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