To the redhead at a bar on Argyle St Friday night: you must be Circe – I can’t forget your whimsical radiance. You offered a high-five. I complimented your English. Too clever at your expense and I don’t know why… was that your boyfriend? I regret my wit and vow to be more honest and less clever, and hope we meet again. Tea? —Ulysses
This article appears in Aug 4-10, 2011.
Well Ulysses, let’s just hope that Circe doesn’t work for the establishment mentioned in the previous love, because if she invites you over for breakfast, “makin bacon” is not going to be what you thought.