The adjective’s
the enemy of the noun
Voltaire said
yet he used adjectives.
He must have meant
the dishonest adjective
assaulting the noun
like invading bacteria
making sweet milk go bad.
“I only have casual sex,” she said.
“I understand perfectly,” I said,
sliding out of bed
slipping on clothes.
“I once had a cat,” I said.
“I never fed it
or let it out of the apartment.
But I played with it every day
and petted it every night
'til its bony little carcass
stopped breathing.”
Roger Armbrust
February 2, 2001
