by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:30pm

When I was a student at Cooper Union

I tried to have an affair

with The President

He gave no response to My Stream of hand-delivered letters

but once gave Me a small kiss

as I stepped on His Foot

After I graduated

I gave Him a pair of hand-knitted socks

for His Cold Feet

By the time His Presidency was nearly over

I was on My way to Nova Scotia

to get properly married

I went to His Office

one last time

He said, “I still have Those Socks –”

I said, “Now You don’t need Them –”


“Because Now It’s Spring!”