Don't do the easy thing (for Andrew)

It's easier to go on a second date
even if the mask she wears is not an umpire's
but a crust like dried milk at the bottom of
an old mug of coffee.

It's easier to use a finger,
to prod gently and carefully,
to explore within the bounds so that you leave things
just as they were before.

Don't let "Uncle" Bill make mayonnaise.

Use your fist again and again.
Leave your mark.
String a thin wire across Norfolk Ave. and knock the gang of hippies into
a moaning pile of long, knitted hair, spokes, and tie dye.

Crumble his cookies under the heel of your biking shoe. Then blog about it.