Atonement
Hey, Mr. Koestler
I’d like to be one of your call girls
sum up my happiness from fractions of hope
move up my condo in the quadratic range
curb up demand sans supply slope.
Yes, Mr. Koestler
I’d like to receive invitations for diner
at a Swiss resort. I prefer Zauberberge
where Andre shall play the piano for me
(forget Ali).
If Mr. Koestler
does decide [...]







