Meatballs at midnight
and eggs Danube,
a rivulet of dairy sour cream
and crystalline fructose everywhere
these shrimps make a sauce,
cold or hot, over rice
a soufflé of Grand Marnier
and overheated smoking duck,
a loin of braised veal
in cherry pie filling, as I view
New York City from my pied-à-terre,
and, oh, darling! Who would ever believe
in three decades, this will be all be gone?