A restaurant paper placemat

is the best place to compose

a poem. There’s nothing venerable

about the surface, slightly rough,

perhaps a stain of sauce or tea.

You can try yourself out on a

paper placemat, not take things

so seriously. Thoughts fill

the squares and dimples while

a meal fills the stomach. The pen

flows like a good wine – with any luck

you’ll stagger home tonight,

fumble, swear, fail to fit the key.