Epigrams: Three Japanese Beetles

To Someone Who Insisted I Look Up Someone

I rang them up while touring Timbuctoo,
Those bosom chums to whom you're known as "Who?"

Two Lovers Make Love Despite Their Sunburns

With motion slow and gingerly they place
Their outward forms, broiled bright as carapace,
Like linesmen handling bared high-tension wires,
Dreading the surges of abrupt desires.