the muse apprentice guild
--expanding the canon into the 21st century




WORK
BY ROB MCLENNAN

SEX AT THIRTY-THREE

is mere a fragment, rotation
of a memory

scratch at songs in daytime,
& dance mix all night long

some days i remember little,
need a few bars hummed

to start

there a space, a void
that requires filling, a lack

in a perceptual itch

a perpetual sigh

as the turntable spins, the lights
play evil tricks

a perfume scent, & shoelace
broke

a day like any other, sure,
burning sawdust

on the tongue