They don’t want any more crap
cluttering their rented rooms
unless it can be burned
for heat under a hungry moon.
If you insist: Wine
Leave the bottle at their doorstep,
ring the bell, run away, no card,
no note, just take satisfaction knowing
the alcohol ran through their heart.
Best: an Epigram
Dedicate a poem to them. Make it cryptic,
one they did not inspire, unrelated
to their work, life or affectations.
And if they notice, they’ll be elated.
(for this week’s Living Poetry Prompt.)