Talking Apple Another night like this I’ll be split nerve. Say it’s the wind’s rattle, somethin’ crazy, juddering. The limping house quivers a bone, bruises a calf, & humming a pretty heel, breaks my mistress’s shoe. A feeble dance. Broadway’s fumble–up-the-stairs; its blunder –back-to-bed. Fraying the carpet’s thread. Beating wool & silk. Unravel blunder. Cloud […]