Fighter

Because there are buttery steel-flies about
And someone has bound them to her wrists

Promenading with Jesus

He pulled aside a mutual pal who’d been walking by and he told him the same thing, pointing widely in the general direction of my date, who was sitting somewhere at a table with their dates. I dunno, chicks all look the same to me, especially when they’re all dressed up in the same big dress. Anyhow, our mutual pal agreed and that’s how we got to calling her “Jesus” all night.