​my sweet old etcetera
​aunt lucy during the recent

​war could and what
​is more did tell you just
​what everybody was fighting

​for
​my sister

​isabel created hundreds
(and
​hundreds)of socks not to
​mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers

​etcetera wristers etcetera, my
​mother hoped that

​i would die etcetera
​bravely of course my father used
​to become hoarse talking about how it was
​a privilege and if only he
​could meanwhile my

​self etcetera lay quietly
​in the deep mud et
​cetera
(dreaming
​et
​cetera, of
Your smile
​eyes knees and of your Etcetera)