Tomatoes and cucumbers overcome by mint —green beans hanging from gutters —circles around eyesweepy with moonlight.We sit on your porch, glidingon the glider,drunk on tea and gin.More tea steeps —steeps in mugs and cups, saucers and jelly jars —steeps in the dining room and kitchen —steeps in the bathroom, bedroom,living room, basement.Each swallow provokesthe stubble blotching your Adam’s apple.Tremors or falteringeyes?Gin?Moonlight and stars.Polyps on your nose —dried blood at the bend of your jaw —a Band Aid behind an ear —drooping lobes — drooping lidswhich veil your eyes which aimedyour fist, so long ago,to beat the two I know only as,That whore of a wife and bastard son.The punk of a Camel goes darkand fallsto all the other ashthat fills your lap