Enduring the Europe of Beth



Before the glass of Berliner fernseh-

turm, you nibbled a pretzel and spoke a rip-


roaring rhetoric, getting under the


skin of our surroundings—its flesh.


A narrative poem about those moments you get that nagging feeling that something in your relationship is askew, while at the same time realizing you’ll never be brave or able enough to do something about it.

Originally published in Bird’s Thumb.