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      May 18, 2018PrayerSue O’Dea

      Oh Tinder Angel, rescue me
      from men with diets gluten-free,
      who never drink in restaurants,
      gulp garlic pills, look deathly gaunt
      and suffer lactose allergies.
       
      They sniff most disapprovingly
      when I knock back the fifth Chablis
      and tuck into a cheese croissant.
      Oh rescue me.
       
      Just as I think I need to pee,
      they clasp a hand upon my knee,
      then move in close, all nonchalant,
      to drone of apples in Vermont
      and saving all the bumble bees.
      Oh rescue me.

      from #59 - Spring 2018

      Sue O'Dea

      “I am a Brit who has been living in New York City for three years. I moved from the leafy suburbs of London to slap-bang in the middle of Midtown Manhattan. The noise, the pollution, the general lunacy of the place sends me a little crazy. But I love the way this city never ceases to surprise me. Every day, at least one remarkable and strange thing happens. And this, of course, works as good inspiration toward writing poetry.”