Requiem for "Bunny" Giambastino

In the beginning I was cool to Michael Earl Craig

but warmed-up quickly, and when I reached page 49,

high-tailing to page 58, I never turned back.

––it was only yesterday that Hank Casper

at the Esso station oiled and lubed my slow

rolling Oldsmobile and I hit out for the coast.

I wanted to engage the seals galumphing toward

the shore line at Herring Cove, as my copy

of Craig's “Thin Kimono” was laying on the backseat,

looking good, but not nearly as good as Giambastino,

hot from Jesus and Mary Academy, a proving ground

for Catholic schoolgirls searching for a truer meaning of life. 

––at the driver's benchseat I ate a creamy

peanut butter and seedless raspberry jam sandwich

pulled from a brown paper bag as the great white sharks

feasted on succulent harbor seal meat, and I wondered

with warm affection what it might be,

“Bunny” Giambastino was having for lunch.